Billionaire Mountain Man

I stepped inside my new house, holding Jane as carefully and stable as I could with one arm while I closed the door behind me with my other. Thankfully, she didn't wake up. I tucked her in carefully, made sure she was still sleeping soundly, and then tiptoed out and turned off the light.

I could finally relax after what had been a very busy and eventful day.

The house was still in a mess, full of empty, half-unpacked, and still-unpacked boxes, but I was too tired to do anything about it at this hour.

One item I had unpacked already was my bottle of single malt whiskey, which I now got out. I poured myself a glass on the rocks and then headed out to my porch.

I kept the porch light off as I sat down on a deck chair. It was nice to simply relax in the cool air of the evening, with the light from the street lamps providing subtle illumination. They weren't quite as bright or harsh as they were on the sidewalk. Up above, the sky was clear, sprinkled with a few stars and a crescent moon. All in all, it had been a good day. I knew I was going to be in for quite a challenge at JFK High, but I put that to the back of my mind and instead just focused on the present.

I couldn't help but stare across the street at Vivienne's house. One of her lights was still on, so I guessed she was still up. I got out my phone and was almost tempted to start a chat with her, but in the end, I decided not to. I wasn't sure yet what my own intentions were with that idea so she’d sure be wondering.

I was strongly attracted to her, that was for sure, and I could tell that at least some of that feeling was reciprocal, but I also sensed she was being guarded about something, and was holding onto something – perhaps many things.

Of course, it wasn't as if I didn't have my own secrets, things I was holding back from everyone I'd met in this town. There were things about my past that they didn't need to know. Hell, that I didn't want to think about anymore.

I swallowed a mouthful of whiskey, upset that my thoughts were wandering into this territory. This was supposed to have been a relaxing time on the porch, not a trip into the hell that my memory lane strolled through.

The whiskey calmed me down, though, and my thoughts returned to the present. I looked across at her house one more time, knocked back another swallow of whiskey, and then simply smiled to myself, enjoying the summer evening.

***

I woke up bright and early the next morning, at five am sharp, as I always did, and got ready for my seven-mile “jog” – it was seven miles on the treadmill in the gym I'd set up in the spare room. I didn't want to be far away from Jane. Obviously, I would have preferred to be outdoors, running on the streets and through parks with other joggers, but my lil' sweet pea was my first priority.

I did my warm ups, plugged in my iPad with a good, rockin' playlist to get me revved up, and then started jogging. After I had completed my seven miles, I had a good hard session on my boxing bag, practicing a variety of punches,

kicks, and combos, and by the end of it, I was spent. I had a protein shake and then tiptoed past Jane's room. It was only six thirty now, and I didn't want to wake her up.

After a hot shower, though, it was closer to seven, so I woke her up so that we could have breakfast together.

“Am I gonna see Vivienne today again?” she asked. “I like Vivienne.”

I chuckled.

“Not today, sweet pea. But I'm happy you like her. Do you wanna tell daddy why you like her so much?”

“She's looks like Elsa. And she's nice! And she reads good stories to me. She read me Goldilocks and the Three Bears last night. I don't remember most of it, though. But I liked it! I wanna go back to Vivienne's house and listen to Goldilocks and the Three Bears again!”

I ruffled her hair playfully.

“Well, I'll ask Vivienne if she wouldn't mind reading you that story again sometime, but she's busy ya know.”

“But is she too busy to read to me?”

“I think she can make some time. Just maybe not today, alright? Come now, sweet pea, eat your cereal. Daddy can't be late for his new job, okay?”

“Okay,” she replied reluctantly and continued eating her cereal.

After she'd finished I got her cleaned up and dressed and then I locked the house up and drove her over to her daycare. I had half-considered taking her to Jane's daycare, but I had already paid upfront for the one she was at now, and besides, she had already made a friend there.

“Say hi to Tyler for me,” I said. “How old is he again?”

“He's four. I like Tyler,” she reminded me.

“And how old are you?”

“I'm three years and, uh, 10 months!”

“Yes, you are! Almost as old as Tyler, huh?”