A pounding head and queasy stomach didn't much help matters. I'd done a quick search of the kitchen and come up empty on the Advil front. Tequila, like Samantha, was clearly not my friend. And it had to have been her who'd chucked my stuff over the fence. Chris would have simply paid someone to deliver the lot to the front patio. Thrown cash at the problem to turn it into someone else's. Such was his style.
No, only his mother would delight in this type of fuckery.
"Vindictive bitch," I muttered, adding a pair of boyfriend jeans to the growing pile at my feet. Each item retrieved fueled the fury.
There'd better be a special level of hell to reward her for such spite. One without Botox, where no matter what you did, your dark hair roots showed and the only clothing option was unwashed secondhand sweats. That'd teach her.
Insert insane cackling here. Yep, I was losing it. Lucky for me, there were no witnesses to my descent into lunacy.
Oops, I spoke too soon.
I hadn't heard her arrive, but a woman stood watching from the back deck. Her strawberry-blond hair shone in the sunlight and she was covered in tattoos. Behind her, the kitchen door was open, meaning she'd come through the house and therefore had a key. Interesting.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi. I'm Nell, Vaughan's sister." She made her way toward me, holding out a hand for shaking.
I shook it. "Lydia. A new friend of Vaughan's."
"Nice to meet you." A sweeping glance took in my clothing and one of her eyebrows went up. Probably because none of what I wore was mine. Vaughan had left some clothes on the end of my bed, bless him. Soft gray sleeping pants rolled up at the bottom on account of being made for someone much taller and a Rolling Stones T-shirt. Loved the way the tongue and mouth slogan stretched over my assets. Such a tasteful statement. Luckily, a bra had been the first item on this morning's treasure hunt adventure. Out-of-control breasts were not something I needed.
A hard kind of curiosity filled Nell's eyes. "A new friend? Not that it's any of my business..."
"Not that it's any of your business," I agreed, crossing my arms over my chest. "But yes. Just a new friend. I'm in between homes so he let me crash here last night. My belongings had a little accident."
It was one way of describing it. Sort of.
"Yeah. I was going to ask about that. Normally yard sales happen out front." With a finger, she hooked a pair of underwear from down beside her feet. Awesome. Black lace boy shorts. At least they were a nice pair. Definitely not embarrassing to have a stranger checking out my undergarment styling at all.
"Thanks." I added them to the pile, my friendly smile frozen to my face. "Issue with the ex."
"Men." Her lips thinned.
"Mm."
"Think they can get away with anything just because they have something to swing between their thighs."
I snorted. "Pretty much."
"Raging assholes, all of them," she growled, cheeks pink with anger. "We'd be better off if they were just jettisoned into space en masse."
Clearly, Nell was still stuck in the bitter stage of a relationship breakdown. I was moving on to moving on. The damage was done. Now I just wanted to get my shit together and get out of this town. Seek a life somewhere else. Pretty or not, this place hadn't been kind to me.
"Men do suck," I said. "But actually, this was his mother's handiwork."
"You're kidding?" She wrinkled her nose, making a scattering of freckles jump and move. She seemed a bit older than me, petite where her brother was tall. Same pale blue eyes, though. She wore plain black slacks and a T-shirt with a picture of a bluebird above the words "The Dive Bar."
"Nope," I said. "Definitely his mother's style of attack."
"Shit. Come on, I'll help you pick it all up."
"You will?"
"Sure." Nell's smile now was genuine, kind.
"Thanks." This woman's moods were more chaotic than mine. I couldn't keep up.
"No problem. Better than just sitting around, waiting for my idiot brother to wake up. We need something to put your stuff in. I think there's some empty boxes in the garage." Without another word, she strode off toward the side of the house while I watched, bemused.
People. You could never tell.
I rolled my shoulders, trying to work the kinks out of my back. If anything, my body hurt worse today than it had yesterday. Muscle strain times one thousand.
Funny, with Nell helping, the weight of my mess seemed to lighten. Maybe things weren't so bad and the bulk of the human race weren't against me.
Today had been my first in months without a good morning text from Chris.
I mean ... of course there hadn't been one. My cell phone was broken apart. But the lack of it had been less a mild ache and more of a good hard slap upside the back of the head. I'd gotten so used to being part of a couple. To being "we." Time to adjust back to being alone.
Yep, I was swinging single.
Assorted bugs, bees, and butterflies flitted around, doing their thing. It was, all in all, another perfect summer's day. In another life, Chris and I would have been en route to Hawaii for our honeymoon. Man, I'd been so excited about the trip. Sandy white beaches, fruity cocktails, and fun. Lots and lots of it. Instead, my new black tankini waved in the wind, stuck halfway up a pine tree.
You had to give it to her, Samantha had been dedicated. She must have been out here for hours last night, throwing my shit around.
Nell and I had been working maybe half an hour, picking the contents of my makeup bag and jewelry box out of a thorny bush, when Vaughan appeared. He stood on the deck, yawning; a cup of coffee filled one hand and a pastry the other. Worn jeans, no shirt, even more reddish-blond stubble.
Damn, he was hot. The kind of hot that only got better with age and experience. Not that I was even remotely interested in getting involved with him beyond the new-friends-having-sex thing. Neither of us intended to stay in town and I had only just gotten out of a ruin of a relationship. But good lord, such a northern Idaho sex god.
Primitive man might have worshipped the sun, but I'm pretty sure the sun worshipped Vaughan. The way it bathed him in a golden glow, showcasing his ink. Tattoos had never even interested me before. A stable job and a fixed residence? Yes. This whole "reckless bad boy living the rock-and-roll lifestyle" vibe Vaughan had going? No. Absolutely not. It went against everything my parents had taught me to value, due to them providing a lack of said things during my childhood.
All the things I probably needed to start questioning, given my recent bad choices. Though, I don't know. What was wrong with wanting a home and a little stability? Yes, I'd rushed into it, a big mistake on my part. Next time I'd take it slow, really get to know the person and make sure we were right for each other. Lesson learned.
At any rate, I ignored the stirrings of lust from my loins, for now. Etiquette dictated that jumping a man in front of his sibling was not the right thing to do. Plus, with my hangover looming large, now did not strike me as the best time to raise the no-strings-sex topic. No, I'd keep an eye on the man, see if he gave off any of the right signals. My poor girl parts would just have to wait.
At least he couldn't see me ogling him because of my shades. I probably had drool on my chin, though. Ever so discreetly, I gave it a rub.
"You've got a nerve," said Nell, suddenly tense beside me. If spikes had suddenly appeared running down her spine I would not have been surprised. "Would it have killed you to call me, let me know you were back?"
"Hi, sis." Another yawn from Vaughan. Then he stuffed his mouth full of pastry, talking around it. Or through it (Chris would have been appalled. Fuck you, Chris.). "Thanks for bringing over breakfast."
"Eat with your mouth closed. God, you're gross." Nell crossed her arms, staring him down. "Have you even evolved since you were eight?"
"I'm taller. And I got over the whole girl-germs thing too." He winked.
"Kind of figured that, what with the way you treated the fly on your pants like a revolving door d
uring high school." For the next part, Nell adopted a low manly tone, "Hey, I'm the guitarist in a band. I write songs and I care about feelings and shit. Come on, you know you want a piece of this, baby."
I quietly sniggered (she did his voice so well).
Vaughan cracked up laughing, nearly doubling at the waist. "Not bad. But you have to offer to play them some broody-ass emo tunes out by the lake. Works every time."
Nell flipped him the bird.
"Take it easy," he said. "I was going to call you today. Things got busy yesterday."
"Oh, I know. The whole town's talking about it. It's how I knew to bring breakfast for both of you."
"Awesome," I moaned. Not unexpected, but still. Two hundred-odd guests had been in the front garden, waiting for the nuptials to happen. Made for a lot of mouths to do a lot of talking.
"Sorry," said Nell. "But your botched wedding is hot news everywhere."
I nodded, mouth curved down in a frown.
"We need to talk," said Nell, turning back to her brother.
"Sounds serious."
"It is. I've been trying to get ahold of you for weeks."
"Sorry." Head hanging low, Vaughan winced. "There's been a lot going on. I'm here now, though."
"Which leads me to the next question. Why are you here?" She tilted her head. "You've avoided this place like the plague for years."
"You just said you wanted to talk to me, now you're giving me shit for being here?" He grabbed at the back of his neck, rubbing hard. "Like you said, it's been a while. Maybe I just wanted to catch up with you."
As eyebrows went, Nell's left one was particularly vocal. The way it arced called bullshit on her brother without saying a word. "What's going on, Vaughan? Last I heard you guys were touring with Stage Dive and everything was great."
He gave a smile completely devoid of any joy. "So fucking great the lead vocalist went solo and our drummer joined another band."
Nell's jaw dropped, her face bloodless. "The band broke up?"
"Yeah."
His sister still gaped.
"Got decided late last year. Once we finished the tour with Stage Dive we were splitting. I've had time to get used to it. Let it go. It's fine." He ignored her reaction, turning instead to me. "How are you doing, Lydia?"
"Hey. Hi. Good."
"I take it you already met my sister. Come inside. There's coffee for you too."