Her sideways look sliced. ‘You’re a winner, Seth. You don’t know what it’s like for us mortals.’
‘No?’
‘No.’ She shook her head with a hurt little laugh. ‘You can’t even imagine.’
He tried a grin. She didn’t grin back.
Instead she leaned forward, her expression intense. ‘You should have seen the ce
lebrations. My parents really know how to throw a party for those moments of triumph. But it had to be a win. My siblings got all the winner genes. I got the recessive failure ones. Someone had to, I guess.’ She spluttered a little smile. ‘But there was no lowering the bar for the less-able athlete. It was high set and I never cleared it.’ She shook her head. ‘My mum and dad are both lawyers. The corporate-shark kind. They met at uni—were both on the rep tennis team. They’re achievers and they expected us to achieve. The household was never happier than when success was on the table. Winners got parties, got prestige. And they all worked for it, they really worked. But I worked, too. I tried. But trying wasn’t enough. You couldn’t just try your best. You had to be the best.’ She paused. He saw her swallow and take a breath.
‘I love my brother and sister and I’m proud of them but I’m envious, too. How could I ever compete? I couldn’t. I know it wasn’t intentional, but I got sidelined. It’s why I’m good on the sidelines now—it became my niche. But it was so busy—every school holiday we’d be at some national sports meet or maths challenge or something. They’d talk strategy and training over dinner. So much time went into them. All the time.’
‘What did you do while your parents focused on them?’
‘If the support act wasn’t needed I watched the rugby.’ She laughed but it was a sad laugh. ‘I liked it. And you know in this country there’s always a game on.’
‘Lena,’ he tried to reassure her, ‘not everyone can win every time.’
‘Oh, they can. Case in point.’ She nodded to the screen, where the Knights had just scored a try. ‘And just as there are some who always win, there are others who never do.’
‘It’s wrong to be that fixated on it. There’s more to life.’
‘Yeah, there is. And I look at the pressure they put on themselves and I think that’s so crazy. But it’s how our family works. It’s how we’re supposed to find happiness. I wanted to be successful in the way our family measures it.’
‘You didn’t rebel? You didn’t go off the deep end and try to get attention some other way?’ He’d pushed it that way for a while after the divorce. Until he’d realised the only person he was hurting was himself.
She was silent for a while. ‘I did screw up over something,’ she said quietly. ‘Really screwed up. Looking back, I guess it was attention related. In the end I told them because I needed them. I knew I’d stuffed up. Everyone knew I’d stuffed up. And I needed my parents to…support me….’ She’d whitened.
He was careful not to ask what it was, even though he was dying of curiosity. Because he was finally seeing how this was for her. And it clearly wasn’t good. ‘How’d they react?’
‘The first question they asked was whether anyone else knew,’ she whispered. ‘They were most worried that others would know and judge. Like it was going to blow their prestige. Their first thought wasn’t whether I was okay. It wasn’t even to yell at me for being such a freaking fool. I’d have preferred it if they’d done that. It might have meant more.’
‘Were you okay?’ His heart rammed his rib cage, over and over, as he wondered about what it was she’d done. Trouble with the law seemed most likely—drunk driving or dabbling in drugs or something. Hell, he wanted to know. But he bit back from asking—just had to be patient and hope she’d tell him.
‘Yeah.’ She nodded. ‘I left town. Started over.’
Silence. Seth waited but knew with each ticking moment that she wasn’t going to tell him more. He breathed out the disappointment. And then made himself put on a little teasing smile. ‘Well, what they think doesn’t matter so much anyway, right?’
Her eyes widened and he saw how deep the sadness went. ‘They’re my parents.’
Yeah, she didn’t see that one as a joke.
‘What child doesn’t want to please their parents?’ she asked in amazement. ‘Right at the core, don’t you want to know they love you and approve of you?’ She stared at him for a moment. Then sighed. ‘Actually you’ve probably never doubted that. You’ve achieved so much your parents can’t be anything but super proud.’
She was wrong. And suddenly Seth wasn’t seeing the lighter side, either. Because his success hadn’t been enough for his father. Right from when he was a young kid Seth’s academic ability had been commented on. As had his athleticism. But so what? His father hadn’t stayed. His mother had still been unhappy. Both had wanted other—or more—kids. He hadn’t been enough, done enough, for either of his parents. His experience was the antithesis of Lena’s. He’d been the achiever. But he’d still failed on the attention front. On the ability to please or to make happy.
‘It shouldn’t matter so much,’ he said firmly. ‘You should be happy with your choices and your job. If your family can’t see all you have to offer, if they can’t celebrate your spirit, that’s their loss.’ He figured she should forget about them. It was better not to buy into all that. Better to be on your own. That was what worked for him.
‘I know you’re right. And I’m trying. I’ve got a job that plays to my strengths and that I love. Maybe one day they’ll appreciate the success I have in it. Or maybe they won’t. Even though I’m doing my thing, there’s always that little part that wants it from them. Approval, attention, anything.’
Seth shifted uncomfortably on his stool.
‘If I ever have kids I’m never going to let them doubt my belief in them or my love for them,’ she said. ‘No matter how bright or how sporty they may or may not be.’
He just nodded. She really did feel it—less loved by her parents because she wasn’t as successful as her siblings. And he could see why. He didn’t have siblings—well, none who counted—but it must have sucked to live in the shadow of their success. It must have sucked to feel alone within a family. He watched her lift her glass and take a man-sized gulp of her watered-down drink. He was sorry for bringing it up. He hadn’t meant to dampen her spirits; originally he’d been out to make her laugh more.
He glanced up to the screen and caught the end of some stunning play. ‘Hey, your young rookie just stopped that other guy getting a try.’
She glanced up in time for the replay. Her smile materialised instantly. Huge and warm. And that made him smile. He eased back and watched her watching the Knights cane the opposition.
Never had he considered bringing a woman to this shack before midnight. But sitting at the back of this dodgy old bar with her wearing his jeans and tee, drinking beer and shouting instructions at players who couldn’t hear them, was one weird, wonderful joy.
Monday night Lena finished work early. Other than the usual training sessions, there was nothing on at the stadium until the end of the week. She hurried home and showered, her excitement sizzling—still on a high from the most fun-filled weekend of her life. He’d said he’d be round as soon as he’d finished work. She dressed, did her hair, couldn’t wait to see him. But she did wait. Waited and waited.
She stared at her mobile, began waiting for the excuse. But it didn’t land. Her phone remained silent and her blood congealed. So it had started—the breaking of plans and promises.
It was almost three hours before she finally slapped some spirit back into herself. What was she doing? She wasn’t going to sit around waiting. Hadn’t she wasted enough hours of her life waiting for a man who’d never followed through in the end? Who’d taken her ‘anytime’ availability for granted.
Just as Seth was starting to now.
This was a perfect reminder of what they were actually doing—nothing more than sex. The sweet security of a deepening bond she’d thought she’d felt in the weekend had been nothing but a façade. So much for thinking that she was starting to understand his loner lifestyle. In reality he was just another guy who’d never want his freedom hampered.
A night apart was just what she needed to get her defences back up. And if she could survive one night without him, she could survive two, then three, then four. She still had a grip on it—right? Her wayward heart.
But she was going to need some distraction to help her. A night out would be the answer. She was dressed up, why waste the look? She ignored the fact she hadn’t been out in for ever, that she didn’t have anyone to go out with. That she didn’t even know where to go. But she’d just got to the end of her path when his car pulled up. He cut the engine and leaned across to open the passenger door. A stylish bunch of flowers on the seat made her more angry. Her favours and forgiveness could not be bought—she wasn’t that naïve any more.
‘I’m sorry, I got—’
‘It’s fine,’ she lied.
There was a short, sharp silence.
‘Have you eaten?’ he asked.
‘Of course. Did you expect me to wait? I didn’t know what time you’d be here and I don’t like sitting around hungry.’ Oh, yes, she was ticked and happy for him to know it.
He drew a deep breath. ‘Lena—’
‘I can’t stop, I’m going out.’
‘It’s a Monday night.’
‘Monday is the new Friday, didn’t you know? And I’ve got tomorrow off so it’s even more of a party night for me.’
‘Right,’ he answered less calmly. ‘You want me to party with you?’
‘No.’ She needed to reclaim her life and push him out of it. Seeing him every night wasn’t going to work. She’d be swallowed up, turned into the beck-and-call support act—that he didn’t want. And being the support act was never great—the audience was never that interested, barely paid attention, talked their way through the set.
The tragedy was that supporting was what she was best at. She was a pro at organising the tours and events for the real stars. For getting what they wanted when they wanted it. But she damn well wasn’t going to do that for her lover. Not even her one-night-stand lover. She wanted to be the headline act in her own affair. Not be taken for granted as the person who provided the perks.
He regarded her steadily. ‘You’re angry with me.’
She didn’t answer because her dominant emotion now was hurt and that was pathetic.