Love, Love Me Dude-4

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I slept like a rock for ten hours. Sunday morning, after setting up breakfast as usual, I headed to the beach. As it had been a week since I’d done any kind of exercise apart from running after the guests, I took it slow as I jogged in the early dawn along the shore. It felt good to get back to my routine, though my legs and back didn’t thank me for the absence of said routine. When I finished my three miles, I showered and returned to the front desk. Maury was updating me on the night’s activities when Wheeler Ridley entered the room with his shoulder bag. Oh right, he was leaving today. I was sure my facial expression was as embarrassed as his. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Maury glancing back-and-forth between the two of us, and then his eyes widened slightly. Before he could say anything, I took matters in hand. “Ready to check out, Mr. Ridley?” He cleared his throat and said, “Yes, please.” I nudged Maury to bring up his records, but he didn’t do anything for a few seconds. I looked at him, noted his glower, then nudged him again, harder this time. Reluctantly, he brought up Wheeler’s information, and we closed his account and charged his card. I handed over the receipt. “We hope you enjoyed your stay, sir,” I said. “Have a safe trip home,” I said and gave him my best fake smile. “I’m sure I will, thanks,” he responded, as sincere as I’d been. After pocketing his receipt and credit card, Wheeler asked, “Uh, may I have a word with you outside, Tory?” I could feel Maury beside me, practically vibrating. When I glanced at him, I was surprised at the death glare he gave to Wheeler. What was up with him? “Sure,” I replied to my ex-guest, and went around the desk. “I’ll be right back, Maury.” He grumbled something in response, but I couldn’t make it out. I walked with Wheeler to his car and waited as he placed his bag in the trunk. After that, he came around to where I stood by the driver’s side door. “I’m here, Mr. Ridley. What do you want?” I crossed my arms on my chest and stared past him at the beach. “Look at me, Tory. Please?” he asked, and reluctantly, I did. His eyes were filled with remorse. “I can be a bit of an ass, and self-centered, and clueless. I don’t say these things to redeem myself, but simply as fact. Unless someone slaps me on the back of the head, I’m always the last person to realize when I’ve done something dumb, or hurtful. What I said to you the other day was thoughtless and…I apologize for the pain I caused you then, and so many years ago.” “You flatter yourself that I care,” I said, still raw. I felt like such a fool. “You do care, and that’s a good thing. It’s something I still have to learn, apparently. I know I’m asking a lot, but if you’d consider forgiving me, it would mean a great deal.” His self-deprecating smile made me thaw out, a little. Maybe. After all, this whole thing had been a disaster of my own making. “I’ll think about it.” A lot. While running myself to death on the beach, probably. “Thanks. That’s all I can ask. Shake on it?” He held out a hand, and after a few seconds, I shook it. “You’ve done well with your life, Tory, and maybe in time you and I could be friends. For real, this time.” I stared at him quizzically. “What do you mean?” He grinned. “I’m opening a gym in town. It’ll be a franchise, the fifth like it in the country. I started the concept a few years ago, and it’s done well. One of the locals is looking to sell, and I made an offer. I’ll convert the place, and then, we’ll be neighbors!” I shook my head. “No.” “Yes,” he said with the most evil grin on his face. I sighed and turned to walk away. “I wish you the best of luck, Ridley. I’m surprised to hear you run successful operations. From what I’ve seen, you really are pretty clueless.” “But you’ll be there to give me advice when I need it, right?” he asked, and I could hear the smile in his voice. Incorrigible. “Don’t push it, Wheeler.” “You can’t stay mad at me forever.” “I can sure try,” I replied, but I didn’t really mean it. I just needed to get over my stupidity. “By the way, that guy in the office?” he called out. I stopped and turned to face Wheeler from a few feet away. “What? You’re chasing another piece of ass already?” Why did that make me feel…strange? “He has it bad for you, Tory. That glare he aimed at me could kill at fifty paces.” Huh? I knew Maury had a crush on me, but it wasn’t like that, was it? “What are you talking about?” “And you call me clueless?” * * * * When I got back to the office, Maury stood and walked around the desk so I could take his place. “Thanks for pulling an all-nighter for me,” I said. “He was the one, wasn’t he?” I was confused. “The one?” “The reason you don’t let anybody in,” he murmured. “Uh…” Maury looked down at his hands. “Did you guys sleep together?” he asked. “Excuse me?” Since when was my nonexistent love life his business? “Well, did you?” he persisted. “Why is this any concern of yours?” I asked sharply, and realized I’d gone too far. “Maury, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.” He waved away my apology, although he still looked like someone had kicked his puppy. “It’s because I’m too young, right? I don’t have anything to offer, like he does, yeah? Just a wet behind the ears kid who’s never been anywhere except Disneyland and the Grand Canyon, and lives with his sister.” I wasn’t sure what to say. Maury nibbled at a cuticle, and then stared me dead in the eye. “Well, I finally get it. You’re not interested, you have history with this guy, and I never had a chance in the first place.” He shook his head. “I think it’s better that I find somewhere else to work. Mr. Murray at the bookstore says he’s looking for somebody to train to take over the business, since he’s looking to semi-retire in the next few years. It’ll pay better than all the odd jobs I do combined, and is guaranteed work all year, not just seasonal.” I was taken aback. “But Maury, what about—” “I’ll work with you until the end of the month, and then I’ll start with Mr. Murray. Bonnie Novak’s son just came back home from Afghanistan. He needs a job, so I’ll send him over. He’s a nice guy, from what I remember, and you know you need the help.” “Well, yes, but why do you—” “It’s time, Tory. I need to move on, get my head out of the clouds and on realities. I have to think of family, too. You understand, don’t you?” His gray eyes begged me to. What could I do? “I’m sorry it has to be like this, Maury. It won’t be the same around here, without you.” I thought about whether I could afford to hire him full-time, but knew I couldn’t, not without some major changes to the way business went during the seasons. “Thanks, Tory.” He ran a hand through this hair, those gorgeous curls grabbing my attention like never before. Why hadn’t I noticed the way they caressed his fingers? How the light reflected on each strand to make them glow? “I’ll be back tomorrow at the usual time, and I’ll bring Mrs. Novak’s son with me.” “I guess that’ll have to do, won’t it,” I replied, and he winced at my response. I watched Maury leave, his faded jeans snug across his ass, moving sensuously with him as he walked away, every step breaking my heart. How could I have been so stupid? Damn you, Wheeler Ridley!
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