Lost & Found (Lost & Found 1)

Jesse’s expression didn’t change. His eyes didn’t leave mine. Nothing I said ruffled him. “Rowen,” he said, moving his hand toward mine like he wanted to grab it. At the last moment, he pulled back. “I’ve known you a solid day and a half, and I would swear on my life that you’re not a lost cause. Or a failure.”

I opened my mouth to interrupt.

“Or a piece of shit failure,” he said, making air quotes with one hand. “So why are you really here?”

Just like that, he’d moved past the whole Rowen-Sterling-Is-A-Waste-Of-Space topic. Apparently it was settled in his mind I was not the person my mom, ninety-nine percent of other people I’d come in contact with, and myself, as of late, thought I was. The only thing that mattered to him was why I was there.

“Because I don’t have any other option,” I whispered, looking away from him at last. Our conversation in the laundry room had gone about five levels too personal for my taste.

“Bullshit,” he said instantly.

That brought my attention right back to him. “Excuse me?”

“That’s not the reason you’re here,” he stated. “You don’t have any other options? Please.” He made a face and shook his head once. “Ever heard of a little thing called financial aid? How about a summer job waiting tables at one of those big city coffee shops? Oh yeah, and let’s not forget about scholarships.”

I didn’t like what he was getting at. I liked even less the way it made me rethink a bunch of things. Narrowing my eyes, I met his. “I. Didn’t. Have. Another. Option.”

“Bull. Shit.” Apparently, that was Jesse’s new favorite word. Appropriate given he spent the majority of his days up to his knees in it. “You’ve got as many options as the rest of us. You’re just choosing to ignore them for some reason.”

I’d had enough. Enough laundry room, enough Jesse, enough crippling conversation. “You’re right,” I seethed. “There is ‘some reason’ I’m here. Good for you for figuring it out. Discovery of the decade.” I clapped at him. “What other scintillating tidbits do you have for us?”

Again, Jesse’s expression didn’t change. Nothing I said or did seemed to unnerve him. “Just one more thing,” he began, looking so hard into my eyes I half expected his stare to go right through me. “The reason you’re pushing me away, and the reason you’ve probably pushed everyone else away, is also the reason you’re here.” Stepping into me, Jesse’s eyes dropped with what I guessed was sadness. “You think you deserve this. You think you deserve to be alone and suffer. You’ve convinced yourself you’re so worthless that you’ve gone to the extreme to punish yourself. You think you deserve a life of misery.”

Yeah, I was going to cry. Big, ugly tears I really didn’t want him to witness. Instead of letting myself open up that way, I did what I did best. Stepping away from him, I lowered my eyes. “Get out,” I said, my voice shaking. “And leave me alone.”

Jesse sighed, then followed the first part of my directions. After the laundry room door closed behind him, I almost got down on my hands and knees to pray to whoever and whatever that he wouldn’t follow the last part of my directions.

Chapter Four

If a brain could shrivel up and die from too much contemplation, mine was dangerously close to living out the rest of its days as a pruney, gray raisin. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since Jesse dropped that bomb on me, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d said. How had a teenage guy figured out what I worked hard to ignore? All in the span of a couple of conversations?

I came up empty in the answer department. What was almost as frustrating as having no answers was worrying about what those answers might be. Was I just that transparent? Had everything I’d done to build the eighteen-year-old girl equivalent of the Berlin Wall been nothing more than a house of cards? Was Jesse Walker the most perceptive human being to have ever walked the face of the earth? Was he psychic?

I felt a migraine forming when the door to the laundry room opened a while later.

“Oh, honey. Have you been in here the whole time?” Rose asked, inspecting the room. Her eyes widened. “When I assigned you laundry room duty, I didn’t expect you to clean the actual room top to bottom.”

I dumped the bucket of soapy water into the sink and shrugged. “I finished up with the laundry a couple of hours ago,” I guessed. The concept of time had escaped me after Jesse left. “Sorry. I still had some energy, so I figured I’d keep going.”

Rose chuckled. “I doubt this room has been this clean since the day it was built a hundred years ago.”

I slid the bucket back beneath the sink, finally feeling tired. It had taken about thirty loads of laundry, a hardcore cleaning of an entire room, and a loaded conversation with Jesse, but exhaustion finally creeped into my veins.

“Don’t tell my mom I know how to clean. It’ll ruin her whole world outlook.”

Rose took a few steps inside the room, looking around it like she didn’t recognize it. “Speaking of your mom . . .” Nothing good could come of that opening line. “I just got off the phone with her. I guess she hasn’t heard back from you since you got in yesterday, and she was worried.”

That’s because I hit “ignore” every time one of her calls came in. “I doubt that was worry, Rose. It was probably irritation. Or annoyance. Or something more along the Rowen-is-hopeless line.”

Rose stopped in front of the island and leaned her hip into it the way Jesse had. In fact, I saw a lot of Jesse’s mannerisms in Rose. Like mother, like son. “No, it was worry. Concern. After thirty years of knowing your mom, at least give me a little credit that I’ve almost got her figured out. Your mom might act a certain way and say certain things, but she keeps her intentions hidden between the lines.” Rose paused and looked at me pointedly. “Sound like anyone else you know?”

Damn. If Jesse wasn’t shoving my repressed issues into my face, it was Rose. What did a girl need to do to catch a break? I had issues. I didn’t like to talk about them. I didn’t like to think about them. End of story.

“Is there anything else you need tonight?” I asked, worrying over a stack of shirts on the island to distract myself. I noticed a JW written in black pen on the tag. Dammit. Did I even gravitate to his clean laundry?

The skin between Rose’s brows came together. She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it. Shaking her head, her face ironed out. “No, I think you’ve done more than your fair share of work today. In fact, I’d say you earned yourself a day off tomorrow.” Her voice was back in all its Rose warmth. “Go into town and check out the sights. Relax. Unwind. You have my blessing.”

The sights? Jesse and I’d driven through what I guessed Rose was referring to as the “town,” but it was more like a one horse village still stuck in the 1800s. It was so non-descript, I’d already forgotten its name.

“Did you tell my mom you were giving me tomorrow off?”

“No,” she answered. “That’s between me and you. Your mom wanted you here so you could ‘prove’ yourself.” Rose’s eyes almost performed a full-on eye roll. Impressive. “From the moment you stepped foot at Willow Springs, you’ve proven yourself, Rowen.”

I shifted and eyed the exit. The conversation was taking another turn toward the uncomfortable.

“Listen, I don’t know what you’ve done, or what your mom thinks you’ve done, to deserve spending your whole summer where I’d guess is the last place you’d want to spend your summer. And you know what?” She didn’t wait for me to reply. “I don’t care. Every morning we get a chance to be different. A chance to change. A chance to be better. Your past is your past. Leave it there. Get on with the future part, honey.”

The laundry room was either the mecca of pure genius or utter insanity. After what Jesse and his mom had said, I couldn’t quite decide. What was it about the Walkers and their need to have deep, meaningful conversations? Apparently they’d missed the memo about the rise in casual conversation.

“I drank a lot. I skipped class a lot more,” I started, the words coming out of me before I knew they were coming. “I messed around with guys. I did drugs.” Rose’s gaze didn’t shift once. “I ran away from home. Twice. I got arrested. Twice. I tried hurting myself so many times I can’t remember how many.”

After that, I shut my mouth. Not that it really mattered. I’d said more than enough, but at least she knew who I was and what she was dealing with. If Mom had decided to leave out the gory details, Rose knew now. I wasn’t just one of those kids off on the outside; I was off all the way through.

“So now you know why I’m here. This summer is my chance to convince her I’m more than a liability.” I crossed my arms, trying to hold myself together. “But here’s what I can’t figure out. Why would you want me here in the first place?”

“Oh, sweetie,” she said, a little breathless. “Get over here.” She opened her arms and motioned me into them.

I went after a moment’s pause.

Rose folded me tightly against her, and I wondered if I’d ever been given such a fierce hug. “You’re here because you’re supposed to be. There’s nowhere else you should be right now. As God is my witness, I’m a hundred percent sure of that.” She sounded like she had a huge lump in her throat. That made two of us. “But you’re wrong about one thing. This summer isn’t your chance to prove yourself to your mom.” Leaning back just far enough my face was in front of hers, Rose’s eyes locked on mine. “This summer is your chance to prove yourself to you.”

Holy brain overload. So much was being said, even more was bing meant. I needed some time alone to figure that out before any more pearls of wisdom got dropped on me.

“I’d better get to bed then,” I said, managing a smile. “I’m going to have my work cut out for me if I’m supposed to be proving myself to me.” There was a brain bender if I’d ever heard one. “Thanks for everything, Rose. You’re pretty cool, despite being my mom’s childhood best friend.”

She laughed and let me out of her arms. “You know what they say. Opposites attract,” she said, her voice loaded with inflection. “Keeps things interesting.”

When I thought about my polar opposite, a tall, grinning cowboy with a rosy outlook and a fine ass popped to mind.

I had to shake my head to get Jesse out of there. There was so much wrong about fantasizing about the son of the woman standing in front of me, I was sure there was a special place in hell for people who did it. I started heading for the door.

“So what do you think? Gonna take tomorrow off?”

I paused in the doorway. “Nah. I think I’d better earn my keep.”

“You’re really up for another full day of laundry duty?” Rose’s voice was full of disbelief. Rightly so.

’s expression didn’t change. His eyes didn’t leave mine. Nothing I said ruffled him. “Rowen,” he said, moving his hand toward mine like he wanted to grab it. At the last moment, he pulled back. “I’ve known you a solid day and a half, and I would swear on my life that you’re not a lost cause. Or a failure.”

I opened my mouth to interrupt.

“Or a piece of shit failure,” he said, making air quotes with one hand. “So why are you really here?”

Just like that, he’d moved past the whole Rowen-Sterling-Is-A-Waste-Of-Space topic. Apparently it was settled in his mind I was not the person my mom, ninety-nine percent of other people I’d come in contact with, and myself, as of late, thought I was. The only thing that mattered to him was why I was there.

“Because I don’t have any other option,” I whispered, looking away from him at last. Our conversation in the laundry room had gone about five levels too personal for my taste.

“Bullshit,” he said instantly.

That brought my attention right back to him. “Excuse me?”

“That’s not the reason you’re here,” he stated. “You don’t have any other options? Please.” He made a face and shook his head once. “Ever heard of a little thing called financial aid? How about a summer job waiting tables at one of those big city coffee shops? Oh yeah, and let’s not forget about scholarships.”

I didn’t like what he was getting at. I liked even less the way it made me rethink a bunch of things. Narrowing my eyes, I met his. “I. Didn’t. Have. Another. Option.”

“Bull. Shit.” Apparently, that was Jesse’s new favorite word. Appropriate given he spent the majority of his days up to his knees in it. “You’ve got as many options as the rest of us. You’re just choosing to ignore them for some reason.”

I’d had enough. Enough laundry room, enough Jesse, enough crippling conversation. “You’re right,” I seethed. “There is ‘some reason’ I’m here. Good for you for figuring it out. Discovery of the decade.” I clapped at him. “What other scintillating tidbits do you have for us?”

Again, Jesse’s expression didn’t change. Nothing I said or did seemed to unnerve him. “Just one more thing,” he began, looking so hard into my eyes I half expected his stare to go right through me. “The reason you’re pushing me away, and the reason you’ve probably pushed everyone else away, is also the reason you’re here.” Stepping into me, Jesse’s eyes dropped with what I guessed was sadness. “You think you deserve this. You think you deserve to be alone and suffer. You’ve convinced yourself you’re so worthless that you’ve gone to the extreme to punish yourself. You think you deserve a life of misery.”

Yeah, I was going to cry. Big, ugly tears I really didn’t want him to witness. Instead of letting myself open up that way, I did what I did best. Stepping away from him, I lowered my eyes. “Get out,” I said, my voice shaking. “And leave me alone.”

Jesse sighed, then followed the first part of my directions. After the laundry room door closed behind him, I almost got down on my hands and knees to pray to whoever and whatever that he wouldn’t follow the last part of my directions.

Chapter Four

If a brain could shrivel up and die from too much contemplation, mine was dangerously close to living out the rest of its days as a pruney, gray raisin. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since Jesse dropped that bomb on me, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d said. How had a teenage guy figured out what I worked hard to ignore? All in the span of a couple of conversations?

I came up empty in the answer department. What was almost as frustrating as having no answers was worrying about what those answers might be. Was I just that transparent? Had everything I’d done to build the eighteen-year-old girl equivalent of the Berlin Wall been nothing more than a house of cards? Was Jesse Walker the most perceptive human being to have ever walked the face of the earth? Was he psychic?

I felt a migraine forming when the door to the laundry room opened a while later.

“Oh, honey. Have you been in here the whole time?” Rose asked, inspecting the room. Her eyes widened. “When I assigned you laundry room duty, I didn’t expect you to clean the actual room top to bottom.”

I dumped the bucket of soapy water into the sink and shrugged. “I finished up with the laundry a couple of hours ago,” I guessed. The concept of time had escaped me after Jesse left. “Sorry. I still had some energy, so I figured I’d keep going.”

Rose chuckled. “I doubt this room has been this clean since the day it was built a hundred years ago.”

I slid the bucket back beneath the sink, finally feeling tired. It had taken about thirty loads of laundry, a hardcore cleaning of an entire room, and a loaded conversation with Jesse, but exhaustion finally creeped into my veins.

“Don’t tell my mom I know how to clean. It’ll ruin her whole world outlook.”

Rose took a few steps inside the room, looking around it like she didn’t recognize it. “Speaking of your mom . . .” Nothing good could come of that opening line. “I just got off the phone with her. I guess she hasn’t heard back from you since you got in yesterday, and she was worried.”

That’s because I hit “ignore” every time one of her calls came in. “I doubt that was worry, Rose. It was probably irritation. Or annoyance. Or something more along the Rowen-is-hopeless line.”

Rose stopped in front of the island and leaned her hip into it the way Jesse had. In fact, I saw a lot of Jesse’s mannerisms in Rose. Like mother, like son. “No, it was worry. Concern. After thirty years of knowing your mom, at least give me a little credit that I’ve almost got her figured out. Your mom might act a certain way and say certain things, but she keeps her intentions hidden between the lines.” Rose paused and looked at me pointedly. “Sound like anyone else you know?”

Damn. If Jesse wasn’t shoving my repressed issues into my face, it was Rose. What did a girl need to do to catch a break? I had issues. I didn’t like to talk about them. I didn’t like to think about them. End of story.

“Is there anything else you need tonight?” I asked, worrying over a stack of shirts on the island to distract myself. I noticed a JW written in black pen on the tag. Dammit. Did I even gravitate to his clean laundry?

The skin between Rose’s brows came together. She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it. Shaking her head, her face ironed out. “No, I think you’ve done more than your fair share of work today. In fact, I’d say you earned yourself a day off tomorrow.” Her voice was back in all its Rose warmth. “Go into town and check out the sights. Relax. Unwind. You have my blessing.”

The sights? Jesse and I’d driven through what I guessed Rose was referring to as the “town,” but it was more like a one horse village still stuck in the 1800s. It was so non-descript, I’d already forgotten its name.

“Did you tell my mom you were giving me tomorrow off?”

“No,” she answered. “That’s between me and you. Your mom wanted you here so you could ‘prove’ yourself.” Rose’s eyes almost performed a full-on eye roll. Impressive. “From the moment you stepped foot at Willow Springs, you’ve proven yourself, Rowen.”

I shifted and eyed the exit. The conversation was taking another turn toward the uncomfortable.

“Listen, I don’t know what you’ve done, or what your mom thinks you’ve done, to deserve spending your whole summer where I’d guess is the last place you’d want to spend your summer. And you know what?” She didn’t wait for me to reply. “I don’t care. Every morning we get a chance to be different. A chance to change. A chance to be better. Your past is your past. Leave it there. Get on with the future part, honey.”

The laundry room was either the mecca of pure genius or utter insanity. After what Jesse and his mom had said, I couldn’t quite decide. What was it about the Walkers and their need to have deep, meaningful conversations? Apparently they’d missed the memo about the rise in casual conversation.

“I drank a lot. I skipped class a lot more,” I started, the words coming out of me before I knew they were coming. “I messed around with guys. I did drugs.” Rose’s gaze didn’t shift once. “I ran away from home. Twice. I got arrested. Twice. I tried hurting myself so many times I can’t remember how many.”

After that, I shut my mouth. Not that it really mattered. I’d said more than enough, but at least she knew who I was and what she was dealing with. If Mom had decided to leave out the gory details, Rose knew now. I wasn’t just one of those kids off on the outside; I was off all the way through.

“So now you know why I’m here. This summer is my chance to convince her I’m more than a liability.” I crossed my arms, trying to hold myself together. “But here’s what I can’t figure out. Why would you want me here in the first place?”

“Oh, sweetie,” she said, a little breathless. “Get over here.” She opened her arms and motioned me into them.

I went after a moment’s pause.

Rose folded me tightly against her, and I wondered if I’d ever been given such a fierce hug. “You’re here because you’re supposed to be. There’s nowhere else you should be right now. As God is my witness, I’m a hundred percent sure of that.” She sounded like she had a huge lump in her throat. That made two of us. “But you’re wrong about one thing. This summer isn’t your chance to prove yourself to your mom.” Leaning back just far enough my face was in front of hers, Rose’s eyes locked on mine. “This summer is your chance to prove yourself to you.”

Holy brain overload. So much was being said, even more was bing meant. I needed some time alone to figure that out before any more pearls of wisdom got dropped on me.

“I’d better get to bed then,” I said, managing a smile. “I’m going to have my work cut out for me if I’m supposed to be proving myself to me.” There was a brain bender if I’d ever heard one. “Thanks for everything, Rose. You’re pretty cool, despite being my mom’s childhood best friend.”

She laughed and let me out of her arms. “You know what they say. Opposites attract,” she said, her voice loaded with inflection. “Keeps things interesting.”

When I thought about my polar opposite, a tall, grinning cowboy with a rosy outlook and a fine ass popped to mind.

I had to shake my head to get Jesse out of there. There was so much wrong about fantasizing about the son of the woman standing in front of me, I was sure there was a special place in hell for people who did it. I started heading for the door.

“So what do you think? Gonna take tomorrow off?”

I paused in the doorway. “Nah. I think I’d better earn my keep.”

“You’re really up for another full day of laundry duty?” Rose’s voice was full of disbelief. Rightly so.