Avery clucks her tongue, steps forward, and removes the pan from his hands. "Dear, dear Dave...you poor noncooking fool. And you can't just put that in without seasoning. Let me show you how to do it."
"And with that," I say, taking my cue to make myself scarce, "I'm going to take Piper for a walk."
They both ignore me, Avery already reaching into the spice rack and giving a lecture to Dave on the proper way to prepare a roast.
Chapter 27
Hawke
"Dinner should be ready in about ten minutes," Oliver's mom, Carly, calls out from the kitchen. "We'll eat as soon as Avery, Rob, and Thomas get here."
The smell of Carly's poutine rapee tantalizes me and my stomach rumbles. It alone makes this hasty spur-of-the-moment trip to visit well worth the hassle.
"Come on, man," Oliver says as he gets up from the couch where we were both sipping on beers. His dad doesn't spare us a glance, preferring to watch TV stretched back in his recliner. Oliver's wife, Nina, who is very lovely and also a handful, is helping Carly in the kitchen. "I need a smoke."
I follow Oliver out the front door, both of us grabbing our coats from the rack in the entryway. We step out onto the stoop lit by a single yellow bulb and he lights up.
"Nasty habit, dude," I say as I flick my eyes to the cigarette.
"Yeah, so is scratching my balls, but you don't see me giving that up anytime soon, do you?" he says, and then proceeds to show me just such a move.
I laugh and shake my head, leaning back against the iron porch rail that trails down the steps. "What Nina sees in you is beyond me."
"It's true love," is all Oliver says as he takes another drag. Then he gives me a grin. "Dude...I can't believe you just showed up."
"I had some time," I say with a shrug. "And a visit with your parents is long overdue."
I really shouldn't have taken the time to come here. The Cold Fury just finished an afternoon game in Ottawa and we play Montreal day after next. That gave me a very small window of opportunity to hop a regional jet here so I could visit my old stomping grounds.
And perhaps a chance meeting with Vale?
Oh, who am I fucking kidding? As much as I want to visit with Oliver and the gang, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't pulled here by Vale. I can barely seem to go two minutes without thinking about her. Obsessing about her.
Missing her.
So fucking much it almost makes me sick to my stomach.
Oliver nods and takes another drag, looking out over the yard. I hesitate a moment, then finally take a deep breath. Scratching my hand through my hair, I ask, "How is she?"
His head snaps my way and his eyebrows raise up in surprise. "Who? Vale?"
"Well who else?" I snap at him. "Of course Vale."
Oliver gives me an appraising smile, takes another drag, and exhales slowly. "I haven't seen her much. Avery sees her almost every day."
"And?" I prompt.
"And what?" he plays stupid, and I think he's enjoying this.
"How is she doing?" I grit out.
"Oh," Oliver says with mock sudden awareness. "You mean, is she dying of a broken heart? Or maybe you want to know if she's dating someone? I heard Jeff Conklin over at the hardware store was going to ask her out. He seemed a bit hesitant at first, but I told him to go for it. Vale's as single as they come, right?"
Jeff Conklin? You got to be fucking kidding me. That douche is nowhere good enough for the likes of Vale. We played hockey together for the Oilers but he was a hack. Got cut after the second year and stayed behind in Sydney trying to capitalize on his brief fame and glory with the team. Oliver told me he's been married and divorced twice since then.
"She'll say no," I say confidently, hoping beyond hope she'd say no to someone like him.
To anyone, really.
The thought of her with someone else...
Oliver shrugs his shoulders, takes another drag of his cigarette. His lips turn upward in an evil grin. "You're probably right. I mean, isn't her ex in Columbus? She'll probably go back to him."
The snarl that comes out of my mouth surprises me as much as the fact that my hands involuntarily tighten into firsts, feeling an uncanny need to punch Oliver. I know what he's doing...trying to goad me into something, but I'm just not sure what.
"What in the hell are you doing here?" I hear from behind me, and turn around to see Avery walking toward us, holding hands with an adorable little boy that is clearly her son, Thomas. A tall man with a buzzed haircut follows behind.
"Well, hello, Avery," I greet her mildly, no surprise over her snotty tone. I shoot a quick smile to the little boy, who looks up at me with wide eyes. I squat down so I'm not towering over him as he stares up at me from the bottom porch step. "And who are you?"
He flashes me a grin and says, "I'm Thomas. Who are you?"
"He's no one," Avery says as she walks up the steps with his hand still firmly gripped in hers. He stares at me as they brush past, Avery refusing to look at me. I stand back up, watching as Avery opens the storm door.
"That's rude, Av," Oliver chides as he flicks the cherry off the end of his cigarette into the surrounding darkness.
Avery's husband walks up the steps, sticks his hand out to me. "I'm Rob. Nice to meet you."
"Hawke," I say as I shake his hand. He doesn't seem to hold any animosity toward me.
He nods, gives me a sympathetic smile, and moves past me to follow Avery into the house. The door shuts quietly behind them.
"Well, that could have been worse," I say as I lean back against the iron railing. When Carly said she was having everyone over for dinner, I figured Avery would be baring her teeth at me. I'm quite sure Vale filled her in on everything that went down between us, and I know based upon my last conversation with her at The Fox and Hound that she's got to be feeling some major disappointment in me.
The front door flies open again, and then Avery is barreling back outside. Oliver steps hastily back to avoid getting hit by the storm door.
"It's about to get worse," he mutters.
Avery walks right up to me and I stand up straighter, preparing myself for her rage. Better get it over with so we can move past this.
"You're such an asshole," she hisses at me. "A complete and utter fucking asshole."
"Avery," Oliver says in warning, but she spins on him.
"Shut it, Oliver. He needs to hear this."
I try for nonchalant indifference, bec
ause I know it will piss her off even more. I cross my arms over my chest, arch a skeptical eyebrow, and practically croon at her. "Tell me, Avery...just how do you figure me to be an asshole?"
I know the answer to this, of course, but I'm feeling the need to do battle. The truth is, I've been feeling guilty about the way things went down. I have this undeniable feeling that I've missed something important. That maybe my feelings were misguided, and for the life of me, I can't figure out why. Perhaps she can give me some clarity through a good old-fashioned fight, because about the only thing I know for sure is that I miss Vale so fucking much and I don't see how to fix this.
Avery takes a deep breath, a concerted effort on her part to stay rational in the face of her anger. She lets it out in a quick huff and says, "Because you hold a double standard. Because you won't accept responsibility for your own failures. Because you want to blame Vale for your relationship ending all those years ago when it's just as much your fault."
I give a short bark of amused laughter. "That won't work on me, Avery. Vale and I cleared the air about that night. She told me what happened with the miscarriage. I was wrong for not leaving that party with her, but she was wrong in not giving me the opportunity to make it right. She didn't call me and just cut me out without a word of explanation. So forgive me if I can't quite let that go at this point. It's not something that's easy to forget and frankly, that's on Vale's shoulders. She should have given me time; we were working on things, but she didn't want to give me the time to catch up to her. She was able to let it go a lot easier than I was."
"Not only are you an asshole but you're a moron as well," she sneers.
"I'm not an asshole," I grit out. "I was truthful with Vale. I told her my feelings as they were, no sugar coating. That's not being an asshole. That's being honest."
Avery gives an amused, condescending laugh. "How about turning that honest spotlight on yourself for a minute, Hawke. Have you ever once considered that none of this shit would have ever happened had you just returned her calls. Or her fucking email, for God's sake. She may have made a terrible mistake in breaking up with you, but she tried to rectify it, and you're the one that turned your back on her at that point. It was so fucking childish for you to do that, I don't even see why Vale could just so easily forgive you for it and let it go herself. She's definitely the bigger person."