Shame (Ruin 3)

“No shit.”

“But…” Wes continued, his tone making it clear he wasn’t receptive to an argument. “…can you imagine if she found out later? If she found out that you kept this epic secret from her?”

“That’s what you guys are for… to make sure she doesn’t find out. It will only hurt her more, and I’m done with my family hurting her. Done.”

“What exactly… are you doing then? Really. I’m curious.”

“Giving her exactly what she needs.”

“Which is?”

“Healing,” I said softly. “Look, I gotta run, but keep me posted.”

“Yeah… just… think about it, Tristan. That’s all I’m asking.”

“I will.” I wouldn’t. I hung up the phone and stared at the meat as it cooked in the pan. The past needed to stay buried, and I’d do anything to keep it that way, just like I’d do anything to keep that smile on Lisa’s face.

I finished cooking the meat and added in all the fixings for tacos. By the time I’d set the table, Lisa walked in, wrapped up in a fluffy towel, an easy smile across her face.

“Have fun?” I asked, matching my grin to hers.

She wrapped the towel tighter around her and plopped onto one of the barstools. “Your pool has two waterfalls.”

“Yup.”

“And a slide.”

“True.”

“And a diving board.”

“You gonna tell me all the things my hot tub has too?”

“I mean, a swim-up bar?” she said, ignoring me. “Can I just live in your pool forever?”

“Hmm…” I leaned forward bracing my hands on the counter. “…that depends. You gonna turn into a mermaid and go topless?”

Her eyes narrowed. “No.”

I shrugged. “Sorry, no deal.”

“Perv.”

“No.” I chuckled and pointed at myself. “Honest man.”

She laughed with me. “Okay fine. That’s a valid point. At least you didn’t lie and say it was okay only if I wore a one piece and sombrero.”

“Yes to the sombrero, no to the one piece.” I shuddered. “Always no to the one piece.”

“Ah, he likes skin.”

“Only yours.”

I fought to keep my mouth from falling open as she dropped the towel lower, giving me an enticing view of her skin.

“Only yours.”

Her face flushed. She looked at the food and pointed. “So, tacos? Who told you?”