One Wish. Robyn Carr
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zones, the occasional crazed fan or terrible loneliness. She wanted to know what it felt like to have real friends, not a staff of coaches, therapists, a security detail and competitors. She’d never had a boyfriend.
She did, however, have more than one gold medal. She’d won every significant competition in the world.
* * *
It drizzled in the days following Christmas, typical Oregon Coast weather in winter. Grace’s only part-time employee, a local married woman with a child in elementary school, came into the shop to resign. The woman’s life had grown too busy and complex, she complained. Grace knew it was going to create a challenge, even though all the woman had done was manage the front of the store. Grace was going to be back to doing it all, just as she had when the shop was new. She’d had the doorbell installed so she could lock the front door and go upstairs. The doorbell would buzz in her loft. And she could always close the shop to make deliveries when necessary. She’d ask around for a delivery boy.
Business was typically down the week following a holiday and the days were much shorter so Grace closed the shop at four one afternoon and drove out to Cooper’s for a beer. She wasn’t surprised to see Troy was back from visiting his family in Morro Bay. She was also not surprised that there was no one around the bar. People didn’t hang out on the beach in cold, wet weather like this. But she had to admit surprise at seeing a big pile of books and papers beside his laptop on the bar next to his cup of coffee. She jumped on a bar stool. “Welcome home. Did you have fun with the family?” she asked.
“More or less. My sister has three little undisciplined kids and I slept on her couch. It was brutal. What can I get you?”
“Beer?”
“Was that a question or order?” he asked.
“Beer, please.” She glanced at the books. “Homework?”
“Lesson plans,” he said, closing everything up, stacking it all and pushing it to one side. “We’re caught up in a couple of my classes so we’re going to have some fun. I’m going to offer them a chance for extra credit if they research the history of something that interests them—like a rock band or in-line skating or maybe a sport like kayaking. I’m writing up a few examples.”
“That almost sounds fun, but not enough fun. Did you get in any skiing over the holiday?”
“Nope,” he said, drawing her a draft. “We played some golf, but the weather wasn’t great. I might make a drive up to Mount Hood before I get back to work, maybe for a day. If I had more time and money I’d check out Tahoe. So, you were the maid of honor.”
“I was. Kind of short notice.”
“I heard it wasn’t exactly planned in advance...”
“That’s how I heard it, too. Iris said they decided and just did it. They got a marriage license, called a judge Seth knew, told Seth’s family and got it done. I didn’t even have time to order special flowers.” She sipped a little of her beer. “How are you handling it?”
“Fine,” he said.
“Good. That’s good.”
He leaned both hands on the bar. “I went out with my little brother and got roaring drunk. Then I bought a Jeep I can’t really afford.”
“Oh,” she said. “Gosh, I hope you don’t get your heart broken too often or you’ll go broke.”
“I’d wanted that Jeep anyway. And I deserved a good drunk.”
“Is that what caused...” She reached out toward the remnants of what looked like a healing bruise on his forehead.
He ducked away from her fingers. “I forgot I was sleeping on the couch, fell off and hit the coffee table.”
She couldn’t help herself. She laughed.
“And my heart isn’t broken,” he insisted. “Just a little coronary bruise. Gimme a week or two and it’ll be like nothing ever happened.”
Bullshit, she thought. He looked completely miserable. “You’re very resilient,” she said. She sipped her beer.
“I guess we’ve all been there,” he said.
“Where?”
“Heartbreak hotel.”
“Hmm. Well, I don’t think I have. I haven’t had my heart broken. Not by a guy, at least.”
Troy appeared to be momentarily frozen. “There’s no polite way to ask this, but has your heart been broken by a girl?”
She giggled. There were times, and this was one of them, that it would feel so good to dump the story on someone, explain how a heart can be broken by ruthless competitors or the media. “No, Troy. I’m perfectly straight. I’m into guys, I just haven’t been seriously involved. I guess it’s not in my nature to be tied down to one guy.”
“No boyfriend, then?”
“Are you fishing?” she asked. “I’ve had some terrific boyfriends, just nothing serious. No steadies, engagements or live-ins.”
“Why haven’t I ever met any of them?” he asked.
She shrugged. “I guess you weren’t around at the same time one of them was. I have a date later tonight, as a matter of fact.”
“Oh? What’s he like?” Troy asked.
“He’s kind of like a medieval knight, but has a gentle, sophisticated side. Big and brawny, very physical but disciplined. He’s also clever. Wise.”
“Fantastic,” Troy said. “Where are you going?”
“We’re staying in, actually. We might watch a movie.”
Troy lifted an eyebrow. “If I popped over unannounced, would I meet him?”
“Very probably. He’s a little possessive but I completely ignore that. Like I said, I’m not one to get serious. Let’s talk about your girlfriends.”
“I don’t kiss and tell.”
She straightened. “Humph. Yet you expect me to!”
“I think you were bragging and maybe stretching the truth. You’re a little weird, Grace. The last time we hung out was Halloween and you were a witch, complete with missing teeth. And you put a hex on me.”
She smiled, remembering. She’d told him she was going to shrink his thing. “How’d that work out?”
“Turns out you’re not much of a witch. So when you say your heart was never broken...”
“Come on, I’ve had my share of disappointments like everyone else, just haven’t had a romance end badly. We can moan about our various letdowns another time, when we’re both drowning our sorrows and feeling sorry for ourselves. Let’s not do that now, okay? I have a feeling if you get started...”
“Did Iris ask you to check on me?”
“Absolutely not. She said you were very grown-up and wished her every happiness. And I must say, buying a Jeep you can’t afford is definitely mature.” Then she grinned at him.
“It’s a great Jeep. Maybe I’ll take you off-road in it sometime. Besides, I only have one person to worry about so if I have trouble paying the bills, it’s not like I’m taking milk out of the baby’s mouth.”
She leaned her head on her hand. “You’re all about fun, aren’t you, Troy?”
“I work two jobs, Grace. I like to think of myself as active.”
“And your favorite activity is?”
“It’s a toss-up between diving and white-water rafting or kayaking. One of the things that brought me to Oregon is the great river trips. I was torn between Colorado, Idaho and Oregon. Oregon had the job. In a town on