Three
āWhoās keeping the twins?ā Arianne asked as she and Lesley chopped vegetables in the Douglas kitchen.
āWell, you know Sylvia. Bless her heart. She demands that all our babysitters have advanced lifesaving skills to take care of our kids.ā Lesley shook her head. āSo we got Layton.ā
Arianne smiled at the thought of Layton. If anyone could be a good influence over her eldest son, it would be Layton Beard. She and Nash had started dating a little over a year ago, and in that time sheād seen her son more often than in several years prior. Very seldom did she allow herself to dwell on her own bad relationship with Nash. The reality was sheād failed him as a mother, and he had turned to the one person who thrived on hearing his story of neglect. Her sonās friendship with Millie was the strongest bond in his life. Arianne despised her more than any other person, and cringed thinking of how her husband had concealed Nashās involvement with the woman for years. By the time Arianne figured it out, Nash was old enough to do whatever the hell he wanted. Everything got slightly better after Graceanne was born, but he always managed to find fault with her and Andrew again. It wasnāt until he started a relationship with Layton that they began to see a marked change in their son. With long blonde hair and deep blue eyes, she was equally as beautiful as she was kindāan unlikely albeit lucky match for Nash.
āCan I just say again how much I love that girl?ā
āFor the nine millionth time? Sure,ā Lesley joked. āShe is great. Made a huge impact on Nash.ā
āI was just thinking that,ā she said, transferring the lettuce from the cutting board to the colander. āDid I tell you that when Andrew talked to Rachael today, she said something about going to the Caribbean?ā
āWhat? No.ā
āYeah. And Iām wondering what the hell sheās thinking? She knows Iām tied up with the benefit all next week. Donāt get me wrong, I love having Gracie. Nothing makes me happier. But Rachael knew I was going to be busy. I know she did.ā
Lesley frowned as she retrieved glasses from the cabinet. āThatās odd.ā
āTell me about it. Iām having breakfast with her tomorrow morning. I mean, I hate to ask Rachaelās parents to take Gracie. I know they will, but they live so far away. I donāt know. Weāll figure it out.ā
āWell, if that doesnāt work, you know she can stay with me and the girls.ā
āThree little girls under three years old?ā Arianne said. āThatās a lot for anyone.ā
āHaā¦ yeahā¦ but some days, when Liene has dumped spaghetti on the floor and Stowe is screaming her head off, I think, whatās one more?ā
āThose girls are a mess,ā Arianne said, walking into the dining room with a handful of plates.
āSo are we going to talk about the text you sent me?ā Lesley asked when she returned. āYouāre telling Andrew about Greg?ā
āShe paused for a few seconds. āNo. Iām pissed Gregoryās bringing her. But no. That wonāt solve anything. I was just being dramatic.ā
āNo, it wonāt. Especially since he finally seems halfway content in his life.ā Lesley wasnāt surprised to see the hurt look on her best friendās face. āIām sorry. I shouldnāt have said that.ā
āHe really seems happy?ā
Shrugging her shoulders, Lesley exhaled. Sheād never understand why the two of them tortured themselves like they did. But as she wrapped her arms around Arianne, she knew it wasnāt her job to understand. It was her job to be a friend. That meant telling the truth even when it hurt. āYou know heās not truly happy unless heās with you. But yeah, Sylvia says this girl is different. Gregās kept her around a little longer than most.ā
āDo you think he still loves me?ā she asked, wiping away fresh tears.
āOh Ari. Ari, you know he does. You know it. But honey, youāre married. To his best friend.ā
Arianne sighed. The truth was never easy to hear but Lesley was right. It was unfair to Gregory for her to hold so tightly to something that ended years ago.
āHeās a good man. Heād never ask you to leave Andrew. Look, no one can take away what the two of you shared. Having said that, you have to let him go. He deserves happiness just as much as you, and if you canāt be together, well, yāall have to find it however you can. How are you and Andrew anyway?ā she asked, trying to change the subject. The more Arianne thought about Gregory, the more depressed she seemed to get.
Opening the refrigerator, she pulled out dressings for the salad. āBusy. Too busy. I donāt remember the last time we made love or even spent quality time together. We argued today because heās missed every single one of Pikeās games. I know he doesnāt mean to. I have to at least hope that.ā
Lesley frowned. She wouldnāt bring it up to Arianne, but Andrewās behavior now mirrored what happened fourteen years ago when his infidelities drove her into Gregoryās arms. Even though heād come a long way, Lesley didnāt trust Andrew as far as she could pick up his six-foot-two ass and throw him. Before she could answer, the doorbell chime interrupted; Gregory and his girlfriend had arrived.
Arianneās nails dug into her best friendās forearm. āI donātā¦ I donāt want to do this.ā
āDeep breaths,ā she said, calmly. āYou have to. Youāre not competing for his heart, you got that years ago. Now, letās go in there and be gracious and cordial.ā They walked arm-in-arm toward the great room where they heard Andrewās booming voice introducing Tiffany to Sylvia. āRight, Ari?ā
Locking eyes with Gregory across the room, Arianne said in a small but determined voice, āRight.ā
āThere they are,ā Andrew said pointing at the two women. āTiffany, this is Sylviaās lovely wife Lesley.ā
āHey.ā Lesley extended her hand to the petite woman. āVery happy to meet you.ā
āYou too, Lesley.ā
āAnd my beautiful wifeā¦ā Andrewās arms encircled her waist. āArianne.ā
She smiled and looked at every inch of this woman who enamored her beloved. Tiffany was a cute girl with a generous bosom; she was possibly around her stepdaughter, Sydneyās age. That would make her almost thirty years his junior and certainly ready for marriage and children with the CMO of River City Medical Center. āGood to meet you, Tiffany. Welcome to our home.ā
āIām so glad to be meeting everyone. Gregory has nothing but good words to say about all of you,ā she replied. āMay I help you ladies in the kitchen?ā
Andrew answered for them. āThat sounds like a plan. Iām gonna run out here and get the grill fired up. Hope you like steak and sausage, Tiffany. Weāre all carnivores here.ā
āSure do,ā she said, leaning up to kiss Gregory on the cheek.
Sylvia motioned to Gregory. āWeāll come with you, Andrew. I know Greg wants to go over tomorrowās meeting before we sit down for dinner.ā
āTiffany, we have a rule with these three. Theyāll talk about work all night long if we donāt stop them,ā Lesley said, glaring at the three doctors playfully. āThey get their time before we eat and then no more hospital business the rest of the night. Youāll have to help us keep them in check. Greg and my wife are usually the worst offenders.ā
āIām usually too drunk to give two shits about the conversation,ā Andrew added, opening the patio doors. āAri, Iāll be ready for the meat in about five,ā he said as Gregory and Sylvia followed him into the backyard.
āArianne, your home is gorgeous. Iāve always loved the Mediterranean style,ā Tiffany said, politely. āHow long have you lived here?ā
āAbout fifteen years. We moved from New Orleans when Metairie was much more suburb and less crowded. Now you almost have to go across the lake to get any peace,ā she said. Though it was hard not to judge everything about her, Tiffany seemed sweet enough. Arianne decided that she could spend the night getting to know this girl, but talking to Gregory about his girlfriend? She wasnāt prepared for that. āWhere are you from, Tiffany?ā
āIām from a very small town in northwest Louisiana. Zwolle,ā she answered, washing her hands at the sink. āYouāve probably never heard of it.ā
āHoneyā¦ā Lesleyās clear blue eyes sparkled. āIām from Bodcaw, Arkansas, and my mamaw and papaw used to drive us down to Zwolle every October for the Tamale Festival. Weād stay for almost a week camping at Toledo Bend State Park.ā
Tiffanyās face brightened, grateful for some common ground among Gregoryās friends. After four months of dating and several missed meetings, making a good impression was paramount. āYeah?ā
āI didnāt know that, Les,ā Arianne said, turning towards her best friend.
āNothing my grandparents liked more than eating tamales by a campfire. Goodness, I hadnāt thought of that in years.ā
āWell, Iām glad my hometown brings you such happy memories, Lesley.ā Facing Arianne, she held her hands out for inspection. āClean hands. What can I do for you?ā
āYouāre the guest, Tiffany. You shouldnāt be doing anything.ā
Undoing the tie on the bag of sourdough rolls, she said, āI can butter rolls.ā After accepting a butter knife from Lesley, Tiffany looked in Arianneās direction. āGregory told me youāve been busy with the Hope Benefit. This will be my first time to attend. Iāve heard about it, but never had the invite to go.ā
āI guess itās your lucky year then.ā Arianne gave a closed-mouthed smile through gritted teeth.
āArianne, thatās an understatement in my book. I wish I could tell yāall how great that man is out there.ā Tiffanyās head fell, concealing her blush. āYāall know him better than me though. You know heās amazing. I didnāt think it was possible to find someone like him. I justā¦ heās the best.ā
Lesley glanced at the counterfeit smile on Arianneās face and then to her eyes. Green and expressive, they always told the truth, and now they were screaming āget me the hell out of here.ā
āGregory is one of the most genuine men you will ever know.ā Lesley took the meat out of the refrigerator. āAri, Andrew should be ready for the meat.ā
āOh,ā Tiffany exclaimed, sliding the rolls into the oven. āMay I take it?ā
āSure.ā Lesley opened the side door leading to the patio. āThank you for your help.ā
āAnytime.ā
Outside, Andrew stood alone by the grill. āWhereās everybody, Dr. Douglas?ā
āHey Tiffany, itās Andrew, please. Youāre part of us now. No need to be formal,ā he said, taking the bowl full of marinating steak and sausage. āGreg and Sylvia went into the pool house to play a game of air hockey. They have a little bit of a competition going on.ā
āYeah? Who usually wins?ā
āSylvia. She has much better hand-eye coordination. Which is saying a lot because Greg is a kick-ass heart surgeon. Did surgery on me.ā Andrew proudly undid the top button of his shirt, revealing the top of the six-inch vertical scar over his sternum. āIf it wasnāt for him and my ex-wife, Iād be dead.ā
āOh? Your ex? Yāall must have a good relationship.ā
Andrewās jovial laughter carried underneath the awning. āWell, we do. But Ari and Mills? Not so much. They havenāt tried to kill each other in about three years so I say, thatās a good relationship. Millie is a phenomenal doctor and Gregory honestly didnāt want to do the surgery with anyone else.ā
āHow long ago was it?ā
āFourteen years. And Iām still going strong.ā He leaned in, eying the young woman. āI know you might be concerned that it took so long for him to introduce you.ā The steaks sizzled as Andrew tossed them on the grill. āDamn, thatāll be good. But Tiff, he only brings the women around that heās serious about. In the years Iāve known himāand mind you, thatās a long whileāIāve only met three of his girlfriends. And his family, less than that.ā
Closing her eyes, she released a long-held sigh, relieved to hear that admission from Gregoryās best friend. āI was so scared, Andrew, that it was because he didnāt like me. And I was scared yāall wouldnāt either. I know our age differenceā¦ā
āAw hell,ā Andrew muttered, sipping his bourbon and water. āMy wife hadnāt even turned twenty and I was thirty-two. I know thereās a few more years than that between you and Greg, but being so young, Ari was practically jail bait. And here we are twenty-six years later.ā
āHow did yāall meet?ā
āSheād just moved to New Orleans and started working at Rivers as an aide. Had it not been for Greg doing some sleuth work on my behalf, I never would have talked to her,ā he said, looking out across the backyard. āShe blew me off that first time. But Mother Nature intervened the second time when her car broke down on the Lake Pontchartrain Causeway in a huge ass thunderstorm. Weāre talking hurricane force winds.ā
āOh goodness.ā Tiffanyās eyes widened, awaiting the rest of his story.
āI just happened to need some time to myself that evening and was headed to my camp on the lake in Madisonville. When I finally convinced her to come with me, we were both soaked to the bone and freezing. We went to the boathouse and ābam,ā it hit me. I didnāt want just one night with this woman, I wanted a lifetime.ā
āWhat a great story to tell your kids and grandkids. And why was Arianne on the Causeway that day?ā Tiffany wondered.
Andrew bit his bottom lip realizing his wife had been very vague about why sheād been driving there during such a bad thunderstorm. āI donāt know? I think sheād had an argument with a friend.ā He nodded thinking that sounded about right. āClearing her head, same as me.ā
An hour later, pleased with the way dinner went, Arianne quietly excused herself to the kitchen to prepare dessert. She still wanted to vomit, seeing the way Tiffany rubbed all over her beloved, but the night was almost over and sheād managed to avoid him. In her mind, that was a small victory, but as if he knew she was thinking of him, Gregory came in the kitchen shaking his almost empty glass.
āOh Gregory, Iām sorry. That was rude of me,ā she said. āI should have asked about refills.ā
āAri, itās me. I can wait on myself.ā He opened the freezer to add more ice to his tea. āI wanted to talk anyway,ā he replied with a nervous smile. āWell?ā
āWell, what?ā Arianne played dumb.
āAm I going to get your opinion?ā
āOf?ā
āOf Tiffany?ā He led.
āThereās a strawberry virgin daiquiri I made for Pike in the fridge. Sheās welcome to it.ā The words dropped from her mouth like a guillotine before she could stop them. Immediately she wished she could rewind and start over. āGregory, that was wrong. I had no right,ā she apologized, placing her hand over his.
He jerked away. āNo, Ariā¦ you didnāt. This is exactly why I didnāt want to bring her.ā
āSheās almost thirty years younger.ā Arianne tried to bite her tongue, but it was impossible. āWhat could she possibly want with you, but the charmed existence of being a doctorās wife?ā
āThanks for the compliment. Isnāt that the damn pot calling the kettle black, Mrs. Douglas?ā he countered.
āYou know damn good and well why I said yes to Andrew.ā
āYeah, and look at you now.ā He threw up his hands. āStill just as conflicted as you were back then. Iām not doing this with you. I think itās time for us to leave.ā He breathed out, exasperated.
āGregory, donāt do that. Be rational,ā she argued.
āComing from the most rational person in the world. Go to hell, Arianne, you and your perfect life.ā Gregory sneered, storming out of the kitchen.
Regretting their conversation, Arianneās head lowered, ashamed. She had earned that outburst. Every bit of it. If anyone deserved happiness it was Gregory. The question she had to ask herself was: why did she have such a hard time being happy for him?
In the great room, Lesley stared straight ahead, wondering what kind of heavy conversations were going on between the two unrequited lovers. Gregory and Arianne fought hard and loved harder, and when they were together, the rest of the world didnāt exist.
āHey, where you at?ā Sylvia whispered to her wife. āYou seem a world away.ā
āI donāt mean to, love,ā she replied with a peck on Sylviaās cheek.
Moments later, an upset Gregory rushed out of the kitchen and bent down to Tiffanyās ear.
āHey Syl, I think we might have a problem.ā Lesley tilted her head in Gregoryās direction.
āCrap. They canāt stay away from each other long enough for us to have a dinner? Damn, I need to talk to him about that.ā Sylvia shook her head. āGuess we should help them out.ā
Wasting no time, Lesley stood, hoping an inebriated Andrew wouldnāt relate Gregory and Tiffany leaving early with anything that may or may not have happened in the kitchen. āI know this is shameful, yāall, she said before the group. āBut my wife and I miss our babies. This is the longest weāve been away from them.ā
Laughter filled the room, the loudest being Andrew. She was glad. He suspected nothing.
Agreeing with a strained smile, Gregory helped Tiffany stand. āYeah, itās late for me too. I have two early meetings, and weāre still having that luncheon with the interns tomorrow, right Syl?ā
Sipping her drink, Sylvia nodded yes. āAt thirteen hundred.ā
āGreat. Iāll see the two of you tomorrow morning,ā Gregory said to the other two doctors. āAndy, please tell Ari thank you for another lovely evening.ā After a swift handshake, he gripped the bronze door handle.
āWe enjoyed meeting you, Tiffany. Keep this old guy in line.ā Lesley gave Tiffany a quick hug before excusing herself while the others said their goodbyes.
Finding Arianne up on the levee in the back yard, Lesley chastised, āNext time you want to fight with Greg, please donāt do it during dinner when Andrew is throwing back the bourbons like Prohibitionās starting tomorrow?ā
āDid they leave?ā she asked, ignoring her friendās rant.
āThey did.ā
āWhat did Andrew say?ā Sipping her own bourbon, her eyes were fixed on the waves.
āNothing,ā she reassured. āWhen I realized Greg was upset, Syl and I ran interference and itās fine now. Greg was mad though.ā Lesley knew the answer but still asked the question, āWhat did you say to him?ā
āI made a comment about her age.ā Arianneās heart burned as much as the whiskey easing down her throat, yet she swallowed hard. One day she might find a way to be happy for Gregory and his hot, sexy girlfriendā¦ but today was not that day.
Fun Facts
– Today’s picture is of the Sunshine Bridge in Donaldsonville, Louisiana, a very important place for Ari and Greg in Book 2.
– Layton’s name came from a street in Monroe, Louisiana, which is the only large city near where I live. Oddly, there’s also a Garrison Road (Gregory’s father’s name) and a Mills Farm (Millie’s nickname) in Rayville.
-A local supermarket sells frozen Zwolle tamales, and they are kick-ass.
– Arianne’s car that broke down on the Causeway was a 1979 Ford Thunderbird. We took that detail out.
-The Lake Pontchartrain Causeway has seven turnarounds. It truly is one of the most impressive bridge in the world. The only other one that compares (IMO) is the LA 1 Bridge to Grand Isle. There’s a moment on both these bridges when you realize… it’s you, a bridge, and WATER. Scary cool!!!
– Greg and Ari have such a volatile and maddening relationship. It’s always run the gamut of extremes. I tried to make them romantic and loving, but they didn’t want that. They wanted explosions and fire.
Hope y’all have an awesome week…yay for Christmas! šElizabeth