New Beginnings. Jill Barnett

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СКАЧАТЬ seemed almost another lifetime ago, and perhaps only yesterday, when he’d first spotted her dancing to music loud enough to shatter the pricy wine decanter in his hand, under the flash of a Sixties’ psychedelic light show that captured every movement of her incredible body.

      He had been raw, kind of half finished in the way all young men were at some point, a kid in the Sixties, still hampered and driven by dark and uncertain coming-of-age edges, with a free heart and a ton of baggage, and even more bravado that hid the fact that his father had killed any natural belief he had in himself.

      Saved by a golden girl in a Golden State, Sunshine, amazing and dancing in a rapid squall of colored light that night. She captured his heart and became the woman who believed he could do anything, gave him his family and pride and would grow old with him, always still the single most beautiful thing in his lucky life.

      She took the glass of wine he offered her and sat down on the sofa by the fireplace, settling back, her long legs drawn up beside her. All golden skin and black lace in the firelight, she patted the sofa pillow. “Come sit.”

      He set the carafe on the coffee table as she took a sip of wine. She frowned slightly at the glass and looked at him first, frowning, then at the bottle sitting on the bar. “Is that Opus? What’s the occasion?”

      “A really shitty day.” He sat down and put an arm around her, then added, “And those panties.”

      A car horn honked in the distance. A truck changed gears up a nearby hill. But those were the only sounds around them after a day filled with noise: football, his sons, a sleepy, cranky toddler of a grandson and chattering granddaughter he adored, even though she could talk the ear off of an elephant. The family all talking at once. The sour words and fights started by his youngest. The empty place at the table that said more than stern words could.

      At that moment, it felt so damned good to sit there next to March, saying nothing at all and not feeling like he had to. One of the things about a marriage of over thirty-three years was you could live in long silences without either of you feeling like you had to fill them. “On our anniversary this year…It’s thirty-four years, right?”

      “Thirty-five.”

      “Is that one of those important ones?”

      March started laughing. “What?”

      “You know, tenth, twenty-fifth, thirtieth—the ones that mark some irrational, special numbers—the ones you get in really deep trouble for forgetting. Is thirty-five important?”

      “Every anniversary is important, you stupid fool,” she said. “You’ve never forgotten our anniversary.”

      “That’s right. It was your birthday I kept forgetting. How many years was it before I realized it wasn’t in July?”

      “About five. But I didn’t care. I always made out like a bandit those years, with two birthday gifts. The makeup present was a really, really good one. You should forget again, honey. I want that Cartier bracelet.”

      “What bracelet?”

      “The one I’ve been dropping large hints over for a good five years.”

      “Oh, yeah. I’m waiting to surprise you.”

      “I hate surprises.”

      “No, you don’t. You just hate not knowing the surprise.” He rested his head back and took a deep breath, staring up at the ceiling, the vagaries of his business running through his head after Mickey’s words to Phillip.

      After a few minutes he said what was bugging him out loud. “I wonder now if buying SkiStar was such a great idea.”

      “Don’t let what Mickey said get to you. He’s seventeen. He thinks he knows everything. He was embarrassed and angry at Phillip for pointing out he was going to cry, probably even more angry at himself.”

      “Pissed at me, too, for taking the car away.” Mike poured some more wine. “He’s right, though. There’s a lot of talk.”

      “I know SkiStar is struggling. But the brand was already failing when you bought it. No man can make a business turn around overnight.”

      “Three years and counting isn’t overnight. Orders for the new line are in the toilet. Scott’s been making noises about all the money we’ve been pouring into Phillip’s side of the company.” Mike paused, staring at the dark color in his wine. “Just the other day Scott said something to me about how Phil is always just skating by. He was complaining that because he’s older, he’s had to pave the way and take harder knocks.”

      “That’s not true and you know it.”

      “But he thinks it’s true.”

      “Children always think we ruined their lives. Those two operate so differently. Scott analyzes everything, thinks it through. He’s methodical. Risk-averse. Phillip makes his decision and that’s it. He’ll decide whether the risk is worth it quickly, then jump on it or walk away. He has a quick mind. He’s you.”

      “But he doesn’t suffer fools and says exactly what he thinks, like someone else I know.”

      She laughed. “Some of my better points.”

      “I know Scott’s frustrated and I understand that,” Mike said. “SkiStar’s pulling a hell of a lot of money every year out of the board business, and with no sign of any gain at all.” He paused. “I wonder sometimes if I’m beating a dead horse.”

      “Is it Phillip? Is he screwing up?”

      “No. He told me tonight he has some kind of plan to present to the board Wednesday. I know he’s the doing the best he can. But Scott isn’t happy about it. I think the financial draw and constant losses are starting to create friction between the two of them, which is exactly what I was trying to avoid when I bought the SkiStar.”

      “You have always tried too hard to keep things fair and even for them. I know why you do it and I love you for it, but they’re brothers. They’re going to compete. It’s perfectly natural. Look at them on the slopes. Look at how they’ve always fought for our attention. They need to work out their own status in life and in business. Each of them needs find his place. As much as you’d like to, you can’t make their worlds perfect.”

      “Well, that’s good because I haven’t. Things are far from perfect.”

      “Don’t beat yourself up over it. Listen to what Phillip has to say.”

      “Whatever it is, it’s going to cost money and Scott isn’t going to be happy.”

      “Too bad for Scott. Don’t let them put you in the middle because your father was a jerk with you and Brad. It’s your company, Mike. You make the decisions. I’ll support you. The boys will have to accept your decisions.”

      Mike set this empty glass down. “Has Mickey said anything to you about joining the professional boarding circuit?”

      March laughed. “Only constantly since his sophomore year. He’s looking for a reaction whenever he says it.”

      “Well, I gave him one.”

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