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by Ali Vali
Disclaimers: The characters are of my own creation. Any similarities to anyone
living or dead are purely coincidental. No part of this story may be
used or reproduced in any manner without written permission from me,
the author. (I know this may sound rude,
but imagine my surprise when I found some guy selling copies of my
stuff on Yahoo.)
If the thought of two women being romantically involved is not for
you, then this story is one you won't want to read. But seriously if
you are underage and live someplace where that is not allowed move
on, literally.
Sit back and enjoy the story and if you have any comments you would
like to share please write to me at
terrali20@yahoo.com.
I want to thank my betas for correcting this for me. Jaden, Sue R
and Den, you are all godsends. I bow to your grammatical knowledge.
This one is dedicated to every person that knows how to take a joke,
April Fool or otherwise. Thank you all for reading and thank you for
all the wonderful notes you have sent. I appreciate them all.
Copyright © 2004 by Ali Vali. All Rights Reserved.
The three men standing
on the edge of the rig could just make out the flame from the underwater
welding equipment about twenty feet below the surface. A brilliant sun
and calm water helped as they waited for their boss to make her way back
to the surface. In the distance they could hear the prop of an incoming
helicopter and the three scanned the skies looking for the incoming
bird. They weren't expecting company today.
"Junior, you expecting anyone today?"
"Yeah, Possum, I got tired of looking at your ugly mug after all these
weeks so I sent for Miss July to give me a lap dance tonight after
dinner. Tell Ted to send the basket down, I'm finished." Possum clipped
his radio back to his belt and laughed with the other two men at their
boss's answer. A black fleck toward the southeast was all they could
make of the chopper headed their way.
Below them, bubbles hit the surface just before Junior's head did, as
she looked for the basket that would give her a ride to the surface. The
tether for the unmanned sub had damaged one of their anchor cables and
she had volunteered to go for a swim to assess the damage, and fix it if
necessary. As she rode back to the super structure above her, Junior
didn't take off her diving helmet so she could talk to her men standing
on one of the rig's modules.
"Who's our company?"
"Don't know yet, boss. They're still about ten miles out."
From her seat, Jillian Sterling looked out over the blue green water
trying to prepare herself for the sight of something in her heart, she
knew didn't belong there. Beside her, her partner Tony Dorsett sat with
his eyes closed taking a nap. It wasn't a short ride from the southern
most point of Louisiana to the outer shelf of the Gulf of Mexico, but it
was necessary if you wanted to visit the new super rigs as they were
called.
Jillie expelled a sigh once it came into view. Now I know why they
put super in its name, but I suppose anything that can pump over a
hundred thousand barrels of oil out of the Gulf a day needs to be big.
The massive structure that was actually floating in the water was a new
creation in offshore drilling. Built of varying modules, it floated over
ten thousand feet above the bottom of what was known as the outer shelf
of the Gulf. Any company willing to try pumping the extraordinary amount
of oil found at these depths was not only leading the industry in new
technology, but they were getting a break from Uncle Sam. Every ounce of
crude brought up was not going to be federally taxed until the company's
entire research and development budget for the project was recouped.
"Good God, look at it." Tony's eyes had opened and taken in Baxter Oil's
Pegasus Project. The pilot radioed ahead and was given the go ahead to
put down on the northern landing pad and the OSHA inspector couldn't
wait to take a look around what, in his mind, was history in the making.
"Quite the eye sore." Tony laughed at his partner's "green" thinking
coming out in full force. When the Feds had started issuing leases for
these depths Jillie had gone on about the potential for environmental
disaster for weeks.
"Come on, girl, you have to keep an open mind before we get out there.
Baxter has a fairly good record at working in harmony with nature
wherever they drill."
"That's because they now have to contend with people like us, not
because they are chartered members of Green Peace, my friend." A pad
came out of her briefcase the moment her foot touched the surface of the
rig. In one of the corners of the landing structure someone had left a
welding torch and tank along with other various tools. Since there was
no one welding, it was Baxter's first violation and Jillian was more
than happy to write it up.
"Hello, and welcome to the Pegasus." Jillian continued writing and
ignored Possum's greeting until she was done.
"Hi, I'm Tony Dorsett and this is my partner Jillian Sterling. We're
here to conduct your first inspection. Are you the person in charge?"
Possum shook hands with Tony and tried to do the same with Jillian but
the woman was still jotting something down on the pad in her hand.
"No, sir, the person in charge should be coming up anytime now."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Jillian flipped the pad closed and
directed her question to the Baxter employee.
The radio on Possum's belt came to life and the voice Ellis Gaston's,
one of the men he had been standing with, was just heard over the dying
prop of the helicopter. "The basket's up and we're done, Possum. Boss
says to bring whoever landed over to the main deck."
"Roger that, buddy, we'll be right down. If you will follow me." The
pilot stayed behind to secure the helicopter to the pad, then he was
headed down to the mess hall for some lunch. This was his fifth trip out
here and the Pegasus had the best cooks in the Gulf.
All three people coming down the steep stairs from the pad watched the
tall figure standing at the bottom strip off a tank and other gear
leaving her in only a short, sleeveless wet suit. She had already housed
the helmet and flippers in the equipment closet, and as soon as the rest
of the stuff was put away, she grabbed the towel she had left on the
deck. A perfect tan colored every inch of the exposed skin from her feet
up to her head, and the shaggy light brown hair was blowing in all
directions in the breeze. Both Tony and Jillian watched as a large hand
pulled the unruly strands back and put on an old Baxter Oil cap handed
to her by one of the guys standing near her.
"Impressive, you have a female diver," said Jillian. As much as she
tried, Jillian couldn't take her eyes off the body in front of her. A
big part of her brain wanted to go over there and offer to finish the
drying job for her.
"No, ma'am, Junior's not our diver. She just felt like getting wet today
so she volunteered to go down and fix a little problem the Rover
created." Possum hit the deck and guided them around some workers that
were setting up equipment near the bottom of the landing pad. "Junior,
OSHA's here for our first inspection."
The woman he called to put on a pair of sunglasses before turning
around. Her old friend and employee had seen the slight tightening of
her back muscles when he mentioned who was with him. Jillian was about
to open her notebook and start writing again, but the woman the man had
called Junior made her want to look more than she wanted to write up the
next infraction she had seen.
She looked to be over six feet tall, tanned, muscled and mussed in an
adorable sort of way. It was the best way that Jillie could think to
describe her. Maybe it was the light brown hair that had been blowing
around her head in a disorderly fashion before the ball cap was added
that caused Jillian to notice. But as unkempt as Junior's hair looked,
that was where the analogy ended because everything else about her was
all classic looking lines. Both Jillie and Tony waited for her to say
something.
"Hello, I'm Tony Dorsett and this is my partner Jillian Sterling. We
just need someone to walk us around or we could do it ourselves, however
you want to work it will be fine with us."
"I'm figuring if you have this crap job, you never played for the Dallas
Cowboys, Mr. Dorsett, and there's no way in hell you two are walking
around here alone. Possum, take the inquisition for their inspection. If
they start now, they might just be finished before it's too late for
them to head back." Just leave now and the woman won't think you are
a total ass. What are you thinking, Junior? Without another word
Junior strode passed them and headed to her room to change. Junior
wanted more than anything to stay and start flirting with Tony's
partner, but figured it would come off as trying to soften up the
outcome of their inspection. She hadn't gotten more than twenty feet
when Jillian's caustic comments stopped her.
"Our job isn't crap, lady, it's important so idiots like yourself leave
something of the environment for our children to enjoy. I don't want my
kids to read about trees in books because there aren't any left. We
haven't been here ten minutes and I've already found sixty thousand
dollars worth in infractions. I can't wait for the rest of the tour."
Good looking but she's no better than all the other assholes I run into
out here.
"Possum, get moving." The old man pointed toward the other side of the
rig and started walking. He was finding Junior's behavior odd since she
just usually took these things in stride, but there was something about
the small blonde behind him that had set her off.
Junior stepped into the living quarters and offices of the Pegasus
operation trying to figure out why she was in such a bad mood. Could
be the bitchy tree lover writing up everything she can get into that
notebook? The little voice in her head was a constant unwanted
companion, but more often than not it hit on the problem on the first
shot.
"Boss, are there two visitors on board by any chance?" The radio
operator Rick sat behind the desk at the entrance holding a message slip
in his hand.
"Yeah, they just flew in, so please tell me all of our paperwork is in
order?"
"The tour might be short. Their office just radioed over and one of them
has to fly out to the Mobile operation. Jack's group hit some sort of
snag in off loading into one of the boats and they had a minor spill."
"Fuck, that's too bad for them, and just Jack's luck in that he's
getting the bitch from hell over there to add to his problems." The air
was starting to get chilly against her still damp skin so Junior started
toward her quarters.
"If her name is Tony then we'll say a prayer for him." Rick got someone
to listen for any other incoming messages while he went off to look for
Possum and their guests as his boss walked down the hall cursing up a
blue streak.
Jillian didn't hold out any hope that her partner was going to be back
that night after the initial report they had gotten on the rig
seventy-five miles away from where she was stuck for the night. The
spill confirmed her fears of what could happen when you drilled at the
depths these people were trying. She had finished her tour with the nice
older gentleman named Possum pointing out where they needed some
modifications and work before they would be given the go ahead to start
drilling. Going against her gut, Jillian had cut them some slack in some
areas after Possum explained that it had only been six months since they
had started to put the platform together and would be at least another
eight months before they even thought of letting Pegasus fly.
Dinner with the three main supervisors, Billy Bob, Ellis and her tour
guide had been nice and Jillie had to agree with their pilot in that
Baxter Oil did employ the best cooks in the Gulf. Her hosts had offered
to walk her to the guests quarters, but the thought of being stuck in
the living quarters until the next morning didn't sound all that
appealing since it was only seven o'clock.
With the help of the rig's lighting Jillian made her way back up to the
helipad, which was dark for the night. In her experience in coming out
to the rigs, this was the best place to visit at night because it gave
you the greatest view of the stars. With no buildings or city lights,
the sky would come alive out here at night. It reminded Jillie of why
she put up with the oilfield mentality on a daily basis.
Upon reaching the last step at the top she saw the glow of a cigarette
in one of the corners as the person smoking it sat with their legs
swinging over the side inhaling deeply. Without the ball cap her hair
was flying in all directions again and it was then the inspector
remembered the rude bitch was still on the platform. She was about to
turn around and head back to her room for the night when the deep voice
stopped her from moving.
"Please don't let me stop you from enjoying a pleasant evening, Ms.
Sterling. Almost every constellation is visible tonight along with some
of the planets." Junior took her eyes off the sky and turned her
attention to the stairs to see if Jillian would take her up on her
offer. When the blonde stepped up and started walking over, she never
saw the smile on Junior's face as the woman headed toward her. Jillian
took a seat close enough so the perfume she was wearing wafted over to
where Junior was sitting.
Jillian sat back on her hands and looked up at the sky instead of at
Junior. "You don't look like the stargazer type."
"I guess I didn't give you the best first impression, did I? Would you
please accept my apologies for my behavior this morning, it was uncalled
for and unprofessional of me. You were right in that you and your
partner are only doing your job."
The blonde head did turn then as Junior took another puff of what
Jillian could see was not a cigarette but a cigar. "You do know smoking
on an oil rig is strictly forbidden, don't you?" The laugh was deep but
it sounded to Jillian like that of a child's. The kind of laugh that
came right from your belly and from someone who hadn't forgotten how to
find humor in the smallest of things.
"You can add it to the book you wrote today, ma'am, if what Possum tells
me is true. Exactly how much did today cost me?"
"Enough to save some of those trees you think I love so much. Is your
name really Junior?" Rick came up the stairs and called out to his boss
interrupting Junior from giving an answer.
"Boss, I just got off the radio with Sally. She wanted you to know that
the pipeline leases are coming up in the next two weeks, so she sending
a bird for you tomorrow morning. I'll let the guys know so they can get
with you if they need anything before you go."
"Sorry about that." Junior looked at her with an open expression that
made Jillian feel like the most important person looking up at the sky
that night.
"It's ok. What do you call that one?" Jillian pointed to the sky as the
quiet enveloped them again. Junior turned out to be quite knowledgeable
when it came to the night sky and charming in a weird sort of way.
Jillian found she could have sat there and listened to her for hours. By
the second formation Junior pointed out, Jillian had rested her head on
the shoulder next to her. If Junior minded she never said anything
however when Jillian tried to hide a yawn the lecture came to an end,
but Jillian felt the beginning of something else when Junior smiled at
her. Maybe the woman sitting next to her maybe wasn't the rough neck
Jillian made her out to be.
"Please enjoy the sky for as long as you want, Ms. Sterling, I have to
go and pack up if I want to be back in New Orleans early tomorrow. I'm
sorry I went on like that, I didn't mean to bore you."
"You didn't bore me at all. If I'm assigned to come out here again we
have a date right here so you can pick up where you left off." Oh my
god, I can't believe I just said that. Jillian rushed on so Junior
wouldn't think she was flirting with her. "Is there anyway to catch a
ride in with you. Not that the hospitality isn't good but I don't know
how long Tony is going to be." The cigar that wasn't as nasty as Jillian
first thought was stubbed out in an ashtray next to Junior before the
long body stood up and towered over her. I thought she would have
thrown it in the water, and does this woman ever wear shoes?
"No problem, meet me in the mess at seven tomorrow morning. Good night,
ma'am."
"Good night."
At seven the next morning Jillian was sitting in the mess hall waiting
for her traveling companion and talking with Possum about the report she
was going to submit. "Ma'am, I'm not trying to tell you how to do your
business, but you might not want to talk about this with Junior on the
way back. You are kinda cute and I would hate for her to throw you out
of the helicopter miles from land."
"Thanks for the heads up." They both got up when they heard the
helicopter touching down outside and Junior stepped in and motioned for
Jillian to get moving. Before they left one of the cooks came out and
handed Junior a traveling mug, waiting for her to take a sip to see if
there was anything else he needed to add.
"Perfect, thanks. Ms. Sterling, would you like a cup of coffee to go?"
Junior toasted her with the mug in her hand.
Jillian shook her head and said sheepishly, "I know this is going to
sound snobby, but I only drink Starbucks Breakfast Blend."
"Your in luck, ma'am, how do you take it?" The cook pulled out another
mug and filled it with the coffee Junior supplied whenever she was
working on the rig. The guys liked it so much that on the next supply
run it was going to become one of their staples.
"A stargazer and gourmet coffee drinker, I may have misjudged you," said
Jillian as she pointed to the pot of steamed milk the man had made for
Junior's coffee. Junior's smile was infectious as Jillian mirrored it.
Jillie, oilfield workers are not your type.
The helicopter ride was uneventful and Jillian was surprised when they
landed, not in New Orleans, but in the small town of Morgan City. Two
men came out to meet the Baxter chopper when it touched down on one of
the company's field office helipads. Jillian followed Junior into the
main building, hoping she wasn't going to have to take a cab for the
eighty-mile trek back into the city if the Baxter employee wasn't going
any further.
"I'll just be a minute. If you want, you can wait here or out in the
car. The boys should be finished loading our stuff and bringing it
around to the front." Junior pointed to the waiting room that housed one
dusty potted plant and every oilfield magazine printed. Along the walls
were pictures of all the offshore rigs they had put into commission over
the years, and one of Baxter Oil Company's owner.
Avery Leland Baxter, Sr. had started his career as a wildcatter in Texas
back in the fifties. Those in the industry back then said the man had a
nose for crude like he was part bloodhound. Through his years of
drilling he had moved the industry forward like few before or after him.
The picture the company hung in the lobby was one of a young man
surrounded by three other young men in front of a gushing well in the
background. It was in black and white, but there was something about the
man's smile and build that seemed familiar to Jillian as she studied it.
In fact all four of the young men looked like people she should know.
"Ma'am, Junior's car is out front if you want to go out and wait, or if
you want we can get you some coffee or something." She recognized him as
one of the guys that had unloaded their bags and shook hands with
Junior. Jillian smiled at him and followed him outside to find the
oldest and rustiest looking pickup truck she had ever seen. The company
logo was barely visible on the side it was so faded, and the windshield
had more cracks than she thought looked safe to take on the road.
Figures, was her only thought as Jillian opened the passenger
door grimacing at the groan the vehicle let out when she did. In a way
it fit the shorts and sandal-wearing employee she had flown in with, and
it was only eighty miles. The laugh she had the pleasure of hearing the
night before was back and right outside the window making Jillian open
her eyes to see what was so funny.
"I'm sure Gator will give you a ride back into the city if you want, but
if you want to come with me, I'm parked over here." Junior pointed to a
black BMW 745 Li sedan parked on the other side of the truck, getting
the woman in the truck to blush at her assumption.
Jillian put her shoulder into the door trying to get it to open, adding
to her embarrassment when she couldn't get it to budge and Junior had to
open it from the outside. Instead of giving her grief over her mistake,
Junior turned her attention to the man she had called Gator giving him
orders to get the door fixed. With a sigh of relief at the sight of
leather seats and sparkling windshield, Jillian smiled up at Junior as
the woman held the door open for her.
They hadn't made it to the front gate when Junior's car phone started
ringing. "Junior, where are you?" The question was asked as soon as a
long finger pressed the talk button.
"Hello, Sally, I'm doing fine. The flight in was great and the weather
for the drive is looking good." Junior wiggled her eyebrows at Jillian
getting her to smile before she continued to torment her assistant. "I
just got in the car, Sally, take deep breaths and calm down. We should
be in town in about an hour and fifteen minutes."
"We?"
"I'm giving Ms. Jillian Sterling a ride back into town, so I'm sure
whatever you have can wait until then." From her office in New Orleans,
Sally Breaux almost dropped the phone when she heard who was in her
boss's car.
"You're giving Ms. Sterling a ride back into town?" The tone she used
let Junior know she thought it was highly unlikely the inspector was in
the car.
"Is there something wrong with the connection?" Jillian continued to
smile at Junior while listening to the conversation coming over the
speakerphone.
"No, it's just that doing that sounds mighty generous after the woman
wrote you up for over one hundred and twenty thousand dollars worth of
infractions." It was Junior's turn to smile at her passenger and wonder
what would happen to the woman if she threw her out of the car going
ninety.
"That's me, Sally, generous Junior they call me." They both laughed at
the assistant's snort that came over the line. Sally filled Junior in on
all the appointments she had waiting for her when she got back to the
office while Jillian sat back and enjoyed the scenery they were driving
through. It had taken the state years, but they had managed to carve out
a highway over the swamp cutting the drive time into New Orleans by
hours. The cypress trees stood right next to their new concrete neighbor
as the moss in the branches swung in the breeze.
"One more thing, Junior, Maria called this morning and asked you out to
dinner tonight. She didn't say what it was about, but it sounded
important. Would you like for me to call her back and set something up?"
She didn't mean to, but from her seat Jillian didn't turn her head but
started paying attention to the conversation Junior was having.
"She didn't say anything?"
"No, just that if you couldn't make dinner she would come by the house
tonight. Once she heard you were on your way back today, she wouldn't be
put off, so don't even think about it."
"Tell her eight at the Petroleum Club, I'll meet her there since it's in
her building. Could you call and make a reservation for me?"
"You got it boss. See you in a little while."
Jillian watched her driver from the reflection in the window, seeing the
pensive look on her face without having to look at her directly. Was
Maria a lover, friend or an enemy? They didn't talk as the big sedan ate
up the miles into the city, and before Jillian was really ready to say
goodbye, Junior pulled up to the duplex where Jillian lived in the
garden district part of the city. Jillian went to reach for the door
latch when Junior told her she would get it. Junior not only opened her
door, but also walked her up the path to her house carrying her bags.
"Thanks for the ride."
"You're welcome, could you lend me a twenty for gas? Some woman just
fined me a bunch of money and I'm broke." Junior laughed when the
inspector slapped her arm and laughed with her.
"I'm just doing my job and trying to keep the environment as clean as
possible."
"Ms. Sterling, don't judge all oil people with the same ruler. Some of
us just might surprise you." With a quick handshake, Junior was walking
back toward her car and away from Jillian. It was tempting for Jillian
to ask Junior to stay, but she couldn't think of a good enough reason as
the long legs got closer to the black sedan.
"Thanks again for the ride." Junior waved to her before the car took off
down the quiet street. Jillian smiled at the tail lights thinking that
maybe they both expanded their thinking in the chance meeting.
She hurried with her keys when she heard her phone ringing and before
Jillian hung up, she had her own dinner invitation.
*****
Jillian stepped into the room from the elevator looking for her father.
The Petroleum Club was located on the thirtieth floor in one of the
buildings in downtown New Orleans. With the abundance of floor to
ceiling windows, the restaurant had one of the more spectacular views of
the city skyline. Her father waved to her from a table in the center,
and her one hope as she waved back was that Junior wouldn't think she
was following her, though now she would get a look at Maria.
"Hi, Daddy." Jillian bent down and kissed her father before one of the
waiters came over and pulled her chair out for her. The table in the
corner was set up for diners, with a crystal bucket of ice with vodka
shots embedded in it. But for now it sat empty Jillian noticed. What
made her take note at all was the brass plate on the wall over one of
the chairs that said Baxter Oil Company.
"How are you, sweetheart? I'm beginning to feel like if I don't ask you
out to dinner, I never get to see you." Behind Jillian the elevator slid
open again and Junior stepped out. Gone were the shorts and the sandals,
in their place stood the CEO of Baxter Oil. She was alone and the
hostess showed her to the table after she kissed her hello.
"Ms. Sterling, nice to see you again. Robert, how are you?" Junior
stopped at their table nodding to the hostess to just put the menus
down.
"Junior, god how are you? You know Jillie?" Jillian's father stood up
and shook hands with Junior as his daughter looked like she wanted to
bolt from the table for some reason. If she had really tried, she could
have talked her father into eating somewhere else but Jillian had wanted
to see Junior's date. Now it was going to seem as obvious to the woman
who had given her a ride as it was to her. I didn't know she wore
glasses, Jillian thought as she looked up at Junior.
"Fine and yes, we've met. I just didn't expect to run into her again so
soon. I was going over your proposal this afternoon and it's looking
good. How about if I call you next week and set up a luncheon
appointment?" Junior smiled, loving the blush that was coloring
Jillian's cheeks.
"That sounds great." Robert was so busy talking to Junior that he never
noticed his daughter's discomfort.
"I'll have Sally call you." Before she moved on to her own table, Junior
bent down to shake Jillian's hand as well. "Nice to see you again,
Jillie." Moving closer, Junior whispered, "She's just a friend." Jillian
smiled at the laugh Junior was enjoying and because of the heat
radiating off her ears.
"Where do you two know each other from?" Robert took a sip of his drink,
as his daughter's eyes stayed glued to the Baxter table. Junior had sat
down and picked up one of the vials of thick liquor out of the ice and
tipped it back, draining it.
"I inspected Pegasus yesterday."
"Please tell me that you didn't slam her?"
"It's my job, daddy, and yes I'm afraid the price tag was fairly steep.
What proposal did you submit?" Her father launched into describing a
pipe contract his company wanted to enter into with Baxter, but her
attention was on the entrance as a tall blonde entered and headed to
Junior's table. When she reached it, Junior was standing and the person
Jillian assumed to be Maria fell into her arms giving her a not so
"friendly" kiss on the lips.
"Honey…honey, do you know what you want to eat?" Her father's voice tore
her eyes away from the table in the corner and the two women now seated
there talking.
"I'm sorry, I'll have the Caesar salad with grilled shrimp, please."
Robert Sterling handed the menus to the waiter and looked over his
shoulder to see what his daughter found so fascinating.
"What did you think of her?"
"Who?"
"Come on, sweetheart, I'm your father. Tall, good looking and powerful -
could be a real catch to the woman that snags her heart."
"Daddy!"
"I'm your father, Jillian, but that doesn't make me blind."
She sighed deeply, now sorry for the self-imposed rules she had set for
herself. "Yeah, she's all that but she works in the oilfield."
"I work in the oilfield, Jillie, and you love me."
From her table, Junior listened to what Maria was telling her, but she
was looking over one blonde's shoulder to the other blonde sitting three
tables away. "Wait a second, could you repeat that last statement?"
"I don't want to talk about it here, Junior, but she changed the will
and these are her new wishes."
"Maria, you can go back to her and tell her I'm never going to agree to
this. You can't go back again, isn't that the old saying?" Junior turned
her pale blue eyes to her dinner companion not believing what the woman
was saying.
"It's you can't go home again, darling, and these are her wishes. As her
attorney, I'm obligated to tell you about them." Maria removed her own
vial and drained it; the next part of the conversation was going to send
Junior into a tizzy.
"And I'm telling you, just because someone leaves you something in their
will does not mean you are obligated to take it. Susan has other family,
I'm sure they are more qualified to take on this job than I am, talk to
her."
"Honey, I can't do that."
"Dammit, Maria, I don't want this and Susan is the least of it. Forgive
me if not wanting to raise the children she had with that twit half
brother of mine. It just isn't something I am anxious to do. You go back
to her and tell her no."
"I can't do that, Junior."
"Why in the hell not?" The voice was becoming a controlled whisper but
Maria could tell Junior was pissed. Susan Baxter had been the one woman
that had broken through all of Junior's walls in college. The heir to an
oil empire had fallen hard for the small town girl that wasn't
interested in the Baxter fortune, and it had drawn Junior in.
Just before they had graduated, Susan met Junior's half brother on one
of his trips to the campus to borrow money. It just so happened that her
parents were also up visiting for the weekend and Susan was going to
tell them she was in love and of her plans for the future. When Quinton
Baxter walked into the room, Susan's parents assumed this was the
wonderful Baxter she had just finished telling them about. Considering
Quinton's feelings toward his sister, he had played it up as much as he
could. A long talk with Susan later that afternoon, and he had her
believing a line about Junior that had turned her head and closed her
heart.
For Susan it felt like she was drowning in emotion, and before she got
her head above water she was married with the last name of Baxter, but
not to the one she had fallen in love with. The last time Susan had seen
Junior was as she was making the trip back down the aisle to leave the
church the day she and Quinton got married. A year later she and Quinton
had their first child and with ten years of marriage had come two more.
"She's in a coma, Junior, that's why I'm here. I'm sorry to have to tell
you like this, but I didn't want Sally telling you over the phone."
Instead of ranting anymore or asking any questions about what she was
being told, Maria was surprised when her dinner companion looked at her
watch.
"Hot date?"
"No, I'm noticing that it's April first and this is the worst joke you
have ever played on me. Keep it up and I'll have your pool filled with
frogs or something." Junior laughed thinking she was off the hook.
"I wish it was a joke, my friend, but this one's true."
"What happened to Quinton?"
"He died at the scene and the doctors don't expect Susan to hang in much
longer." Taking a moment for the information to process, Junior nodded
her head and called for the check. They agreed to meet at the hospital
where Junior would make arrangements for her brother, and his wife when
the time came.
Jillian watched her walk out, wanting to follow Junior and ask her what
was wrong. Something had happened from the stony look on Junior's face
as she walked by not saying good-bye. As the elevator doors closed an
idea occurred to Jillian and morning couldn't come soon enough.
*****
Junior looked at the woman on the bed hooked to a plethora of machines,
her chest rising and falling in an artificial, rhythmic fashion. She
looked so much older than the girl Junior had known in school. And if
she admitted the truth - after she had walked out of the church on their
wedding day, Junior had not given Susan nor Quinton much thought.
"How did it happen?" Junior asked Maria who was standing on the other
side of the bed.
"Quinton had one too many and hit a truck head on. Neither one of them
had their seatbelts on, which contributed to the amount of damage their
bodies sustained. Not that they would have lived, but we'll never know
now. It's funny, but it was like she had an idea something like this was
going to happen. They didn't get along for so long that they lived
almost separate lives until two years ago. I think it was then that
Susan resolved herself to the life she had picked and tried to work it
out. In my opinion it was then she finally convinced herself that you
weren't coming back. About two weeks ago she came to me, filled out the
papers and gave me a letter for you when the time came." Maria handed
the envelope over to Junior, and her friend put it in her suit pocket
instead of reading it.
"I'm sorry this happened, but all the love I had just died so long ago
that's it's hard to remember it now."
"We all make mistakes, Junior."
"And all of them are forgivable after time. The problem is that some of
them are unforgettable, at least the pain isn't." With one quick pat on
her old lover's hand, Junior walked out and like she had so many years
before, never looked back. Junior never heard the doctor pronounce the
time of death as Susan's heart just stopped beating a short time later.
She had waited long enough to feel Junior close to her before slipping
away.
*****
From the fortieth floor of the Baxter Oil Building downtown, Junior sat
behind her desk looking out at the skyline. Sitting behind her on the
desk that once belonged to her father was another vodka with ice, a
bolster of courage to open the letter in her hand. Had she known this
was waiting for her back in the city, she would have stayed on Pegasus.
With one clean swipe of the antique dagger she used as a letter opener,
Junior opened the last thoughts of Susan Baxter.
My Dear Junior,
It seems like forever since I've seen you and hopefully when you read
this we will have lived enough years to heal the wounds I have caused
us. That is where I should begin I suppose. I'm so sorry Junior, for all
the times I laid in your arms and told you how much I loved you only to
betray you so deeply in the end. I have no excuse and believe me there
hasn't been a night that passes that I don't wish I had made different
choices so long ago.
In all my mistakes, the three that I don't ever regret are my children.
They are my true treasures and I want you to take care of them if I am
not able. Even if Quinton should outlive me, please honor this one wish.
I know with you they will be loved and cared for, and will have
opportunities no one else could give them. It's not the money I'm
speaking of, but the kindness that made me feel like the luckiest woman
alive once upon a time.
Again I am sorry for all the hurt I caused you. I am being selfish but I
want you to forgive me. I love you Junior. I never stopped. Take care of
my babies and tell them I'll always be looking out for them.
Yours,
Susan
The next morning Sally found the letter lying on the floor close to the
hand that was hanging over the chair. Junior's legs were stretched out
in front of her and the glass on the desk was empty. Sally said a quick
prayer for forgiveness for the woman that had died, even though there
were days when she had wished that fate upon her for the hurt she had
caused Junior. The last time Quinton Baxter had walked into this office
was when he had come to collect the check for his share of the pie. Old
man Baxter had only one heir could rule the empire and it wasn't his
son. For that reason Quinton had never forgiven his half sister.
"Come on, Junior, we have a busy day ahead of us." Sally put the coffee
cup down along with the morning paper and important messages that had
already come in.
"Try not to sound so chipper and I might not have to kill you."
"With an attitude like that, Junior, you're never going to find a young
woman to wake up with."
"And why in the hell would I want that, when I have you to wake up
with?" Junior stood up from her chair and pulled her assistant into her
arms and dipped her back. The older woman laughed, glad to see the sense
of humor was still intact.
"Get into the shower with you. I left a change of clothes in there,"
Sally called out as Junior stepped into the private bath in her office.
"Anything else?"
"Yeah, could you cancel my appointments for this morning? I'm going to
drive down to see Daddy and break the news to him. Let's hope this isn't
one of those rare occasions when he gets up wanting to read the paper."
"Honey, unless someone wraps it around a Jack Daniel's bottle, your
father is not up reading the paper." Sally snorted when the pants Junior
had on flew out of the bathroom and hit her in the head.
"Some semblance of respect please. The old coot is a handful, but he's
my father."
"Ain't that the truth."
"What's that suppose to mean?" The owner and head of the company didn't
look all that powerful standing there in her underwear arguing with her
assistant was the thought that made Sally laugh.
"That the apple didn't fall too far from the tree, and the old coot, as
you call him, thanks the heavens for it everyday." The statement got a
Junior to take her hands off her hips and smile. Her relationship with
her father had been the only constant in her life besides work. "Are you
sure you want me to cancel all your appointments this morning?"
"Why do I have the feeling I'm going to say no? And I'm not the same
apple, woman. I never chased you around the desk. That has to be one
point in my favor, right?" The bathroom was starting to steam up helping
the woman in the shower forget about what had happened the night before.
"Junior, I'm sixty-two years old, of course you don't chase me around
the desk. I could be your grandmother for pete's sake."
"Ah, come on, grandma, you're still kinda cute."
"Be quiet and pay attention. That Sterling girl called bright and early
this morning and asked to see you." Sally leaned against the door of the
bathroom noticing that the hands which had been working up a lather in
the light brown locks just stopped.
"I saw her last night."
"Really, do tell?"
"Not like that. I ran into her and her father having dinner." Junior
went back to work on her hair making a mental note that she needed a
haircut.
"Is she cute?" pushed Sally. Every so often Junior would notice there
was more going on around her than work, so she had penciled Jillian in
when she called that morning. If Junior had given her a ride home and
not bitched at the fine, the young woman had to be spectacular.
"She's cute, but would probably find some infraction against me for
telling her."
"She has to be gorgeous for you not to have gotten mad when she fined
your ass. Your father would have thrown her off the rig in protest."
"It's a new day in the oil "bidness" and Branasourus Baxter would not
have survived. Why in my day we would have given that guy in Alaska a
medal for hitting the only land for a hundred fucking miles." Junior's
Avery imitation sent Sally into hysterics. No one ever described Avery
Baxter as a tree hugger. She was laughing so hard she never heard the
door open behind her.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for Junior." Sally closed the door to the
bathroom and faced Jillian Sterling making a thorough assessment.
Jillian's hair was so blonde it looked white in the brightly lit office,
and Sally noticed the young woman looked nervous as she swayed from foot
to foot. Her slim build looked nice in the mini dress she had on with a
blouse over it and flats didn't add any height to her five feet two
inches.
"Miss Sterling?"
"Yes, ma'am, I know I'm early but…..," started Jillian.
"Nonsense, would you like some coffee? Junior will just be a minute so
why don't you sit and wait." Sally left their visitor sitting
comfortably in one of the chairs facing the massive desk and went to get
everyone some coffee.
Left alone, Jillian couldn't help herself and started looking around. It
seemed obvious now that Junior wasn't a company diver if this was her
office. The carved cypress nameplate on the desk that read Avery L.
Baxter, Jr., along with a picture of smiling man holding a child told
Jillian otherwise. Behind the two smiling faces was the brilliant blue
of a body of water, and enough equipment parts were in the frame to tell
the viewer the two were standing on an oilrig. Jillian stood up and
looked at the back wall where the company's founder smiled back at her
from a beautiful frame.
"It was the only the second time I saw him in a suit." The voice right
behind her left ear scared Jillian into clutching her chest and turning
around.
"I'm sorry, you scared me." The tall woman she had been thinking about
was standing there in jeans, a button down cotton shirt and wet hair.
"Aren't you going to get in trouble?"
"For?"
"Being in the boss's office with no shoes on." Jillian pointed down to
the big feet thinking someone in Junior's family must have been
oriental.
"You are kidding, right?"
"No, I made an appointment to see you but the guard brought me here."
"That's because this is where you would find me." Jillian rolled her
eyes at Junior and questioned her rationale for coming. "What can I do
for you?" Continued Junior unaware she was annoying her visitor.
"I came to talk to you about a job."
"I know you fined me, Ms. Sterling, but I don't need another job."
Junior went to the closet near the bathroom and took out a pair of worn
bucks.
"Not for you, for me. After everything I was able to find on Pegasus I
thought you could use my help as a company inspector. So, I thought you
could put in a good word for me." Jillian got the whole request out
before she changed her mind then just held her breath waiting for Junior
to say something.
"Wouldn't that be your equivalent of selling your soul to Satan?" This
woman asking her for a job was the last thing Junior expected. She
looked at the date on her watch again just to confirm it was now the
second. "Yep, can't be a joke."
"If you could introduce me to Mr. Baxter, I'm sure he would agree."
Jillian pointed to the desk making Junior smile at the woman's wish.
"I'm getting ready to go see him, want to tag along?" Sally handed them
two travel mugs as her boss led Jillian to the elevator leading to the
parking garage.
"Where are we going, exactly?" It was a strange time to be asking
Jillian thought as the leather seat welcomed her back.
"Bayou Country. How about a muffin or something?" Junior pulled the car
into a strip mall that housed a bakery and next to it a liquor store.
Jillian arched a pale brow at her trying to decipher what it was about
this woman that she found remotely interesting. She had been rude right
out of the box and her conversational skills were a little lacking. "Or
something."
"Ok, a girl that actually eats, this will be a nice change of pace. You
go get something in there." Junior pointed to the bakery and handed
Jillian some money, "And I'll meet you back here in a minute."
When Jillian walked out with a large bag several minutes later, Junior
was leaning on the passenger door waiting for her. Once they were both
buckled in for the drive, Jillian handed over an apple fritter without
asking, laughing when Junior almost ripped it out of her hand.
"Hungry?"
"I missed dinner last night. I take that back. I had three straight
vodkas, but they weren't as filling as the steak I had planned on."
"You did leave rather suddenly and you didn't say good-bye." Junior
looked over to her passenger before getting on the highway out of town.
It's just a comment, Junior, calm down. Maybe she's just worried
about you. It was too early in the morning to deal with the voice so
Junior just talked over it.
"Just a little melodrama I had to take care of. The truth is I'm still
not sure what to think about it."
"Anything I can help you with?" Jillian turned a little to look at the
profile next to her. Junior played with her sunglasses and thought about
not answering.
"I'll take a rain check on your offer, I'm not ready to talk about it
now."
"Then take this," Jillian handed her another treat out of the bag, "It
will make you feel better."
Two hours later the car pulled off the highway and entered one of the
quaintest towns Jillian had ever seen. Downtown Franklin was a
collection of the greatest antebellum homes the city dweller had come
across outside of Atlanta. Junior pulled into the last one on the main
drag but was going a little too fast for Jillian to read the historic
plaque posted outside the gate.
Six large pillars held vigil over the perfectly manicured lawn, and the
house they were attached to could only be described as big and gorgeous.
Junior smiled at the wide-eyed look Jillian had as she took in the house
and grounds. "Welcome to the house crude built."
"You would need oil money to keep this place up," said Jillian leaning
forward to take in the whole structure.
"Who said anything about oil?" Jillian laughed at the connotation of
what Junior said and the laugh got louder when the driver started
singing, "Let me tell you a story about a man named Avery."
"Junior, get your ass out of that car and come tell me hello." The front
door had opened and an overweight woman wearing an apron stepped onto
the wide porch.
"That would be our cue." Junior opened her door and ran around to the
passenger side to get Jillian before she greeted her Aunt Minnie.
Jillian almost started laughing again when Junior almost hit the ground
as the affectionate woman slammed into her with a hug.
"How are you Minnie?"
"Fine considering I have to put up with Avery all day. You look too
thin, and who's your friend?"
"My weight is fine and this is Jillian Sterling. Ms. Sterling, may I
present Minnie Robichaux." Junior waited until they were done with their
hellos and welcomes before asking about her father's whereabouts.
"Out back watching the water lilies float by. He'll be thrilled to see
you, and don't start bitching, you are staying to eat." Minnie shook her
head as Jillian smiled when Junior went back to the car to get the bag
in the back seat. From the trunk she took out a long tube and her
briefcase.
"Come on, Ms. Sterling, Mr. Baxter awaits." Jillian followed her
companion around the corner along the porch that wrapped around the
entire house. The back yard was an explosion of different colored
flowers and a giant pool. The very back of the property bordered Bayou
Teche, a brown colored body of water that had a current more like a
river than anything else and a long row of cypress trees that provided a
wide patch of shade. "Look alive, old man."
Jillian watched as a giant rose from a chair facing the water. The guy
had to be a foot taller than Junior, and she was no midget. Blue eyes
twinkled at them from under a crop of snow-white hair, which had fallen
into his face while he slept. He was wearing shorts, which made it
apparent that one leg was a prosthesis, but it didn't slow him down as
he ran to Junior and gave her a big hug.
"Junior." He squeezed her so hard her feet left the ground. Wow he
must be awesome to work for if this is the greeting you get, thought
Jillian as she watched the reunion. "Did you bring me anything?"
"Yes, but only one or else Minnie will throw me out on my ass." She
handed him the brown paper bag and laughed when he headed back to his
chair with it. "I'm beginning to think that's the only reason you look
forward to my visits."
"Don't be goofy, Junior, you're my link to the outside world not just to
Jack. With Minnie as my warden, I never have any fun." Junior pointed to
one of the other chairs for Jillian to have a seat. Before she did,
Jillian looked up at her and smiled. Mr. Baxter had set up three glasses
on the small table next to him and was busy pouring amber liquid into
each one. Maybe no one had told him it was only ten in the morning?
"Could you do me a favor?" She put her hand on Junior's arm getting the
woman to bend down and nod her head. "Please stop calling me Ms.
Sterling."
"What's new, Junior?"
"Plenty, but let me start by introducing you to Jillian Sterling.
Jillian, this old codger is Avery Baxter." Shooting Junior a dirty look,
Avery smiled up at the petite blonde then handed her a drink. "Jillian
wanted to talk to you about a job."
"You wouldn't be the Jillian Sterling that caught Junior with her
pants down, would you?" He had drained the first shot and was pouring
himself another one while he waited for her to answer.
"Excuse me?"
"The inspector that fined her for everything but taking a shit at the
wrong time."
"That would be me, sir."
"Don't call me sir, it makes my skin crawl. Only bankers and lawyers
call you sir, and then they stick it to you without benefit of a jar of
Vaseline. My name is Avery and if it's a job you want you need to talk
to Avery Junior." Both Avery and Jillian looked at Junior wondering what
she was up to.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Avery, but that's who I thought I was coming
to see."
"You asked to see Mr. Baxter, and there he is." Junior supplied
helpfully.
"Forgive my kid, Ms. Sterling, she thinks she's funny." Avery scowled
when Junior got up and took the bottle away from him when he went for a
third.
"Elaboration would be good," Jillian pointed out.
"I don't run Baxter Oil, young lady, Junior does. You want a job you
have to talk to her. My advice, Junior, is make an offer before the day
is out. This little lady looks like she could kick your ass if she sets
her mind to it. Kinda reminds me of your mama."
Jillian faced the now smiling Junior looking a little confused. "What's
your full name?"
"Avery Leland Baxter, Jr."
The small blonde let out a laugh that sounded more like a squawk causing
Junior's smile to get bigger. "You're kidding me, right?"
"My father also thinks he has a wonderful sense of humor, Jillian, so
no, I'm not kidding. I'm sorry for tricking you but I didn't want to
make the drive alone. If you give me few minutes alone with my father,
I'll be happy to discuss your future with the company then take you
home." Jillian shook her head like Minnie had just done minutes before
but smiled anyway. "You," Junior pointed at her father, "Don't touch
that bottle until I get back."
They walked toward the house in silence until Jillian asked, "Why in the
world would he name you Junior?"
"I'll tell you the whole story on the way back, but the short version is
this. They brought me out after my mother delivered and dad was so drunk
he thought the woman said boy. While my mom was in recovery he filled
out the paperwork including the name. When he sobered up he thought it
was cute, and would be bad luck to change it." Junior put her hands out
as if it was a reasonable explanation and waited for the jokes she had
endured from the time she could walk.
Jillian looked at her and decided at that moment that Junior was the
one. "Ok, you realize I'm not calling you Junior, right?"
"Everyone calls me Junior, it's my name."
"I'm not everyone, I start tomorrow, and we aren't leaving, Avery.
Minnie invited us to lunch and we aren't going to disappoint her."
Minnie applauded her from the kitchen door then waved the girl inside.
*****
"What brings you out here, Junior?" Her father asked when she walked
back and sat next to him.
"Quinton and his wife died in a car accident last night." They had never
sugarcoated anything between them before and she wasn't starting now.
"I'll tell you something, Junior, that boy was my son because some of my
swimmers made it up stream but I never did like him. He was a mistake
after your mama died and the bitch that bore him tried everything she
could think of to break me. It was our bad luck her son inherited her
black heart."
"Susan left me something in her will." Avery looked at his daughter not
voicing his opinion of the dead woman, but she ranked up there with his
son for the hurt she had caused Junior.
"What's that?" Avery accepted the glass Junior was handing him. Diabetes
had put a serious crimp in his choice of refreshments and he only
knocked back a few when Junior came to visit.
"Their kids."
Fuck, thought Avery, what a perfect waste of good liquor,
as it came spraying out of his mouth.
*****
"Where did you and Junior meet?"
Jillian watched the woman move around the kitchen with efficiency. The
lunch she had been cooking was put aside as Minnie started collecting
the ingredients to make one of Junior's favorites instead. "On Pegasus."
"That thing is all Avery talks about. He'll be the proud father until
the day he stops breathing."
"Tell me about them?" Jillian accepted a large bowl of green beans from
the cook and started snapping off the ends like Minnie demonstrated.
"Avery Baxter was a hard drinking, womanizing piece of oilfield trash
that ended up building a good company before he was ready to hand the
reins over to Junior." Minnie laughed at the arched eyebrow Jillian was
giving her.
"Sounds like a mouthful, and like you don't care for him very much."
"I love the old fool, but he's too rough to polish up, so you have to go
with the truth. He walked into a bar one day and fell in love with the
girl serving drinks. In six days he convinced her to marry him, pack up
and move to Louisiana where he was going to make his fortune. A year
later he had three working rigs, a wife that adored him despite his
faults and a new baby."
Jillian stopped snapping beans before the story continued wanting to ask
a question, which made Minnie look up from kneading dough to see if the
girl had finished. "That was Avery, I take it?"
"It was our Junior all right. Watching her grow up, it was hard to
picture my sister having any input at all."
"You're Avery's aunt?"
"Yes, Hope, her mother, was my younger sister." Minnie went back to her
kneading once she jutted her chin out to the pan of beans to get her
helper going.
"What happened to her?"
"It's like having Junior back in here asking questions."
Jillian bit into one of the beans from the pan and blushed. "Sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry about. My sister died when Junior was barely two.
She got the flu one winter that kept getting more and more complicated
until it killed her." Minnie stopped to wipe the tears from her eyes
getting flour on her face. "You'd swear we were on a wagon train or
something having someone die of what is ultimately a bad cold. I came to
help him out with Junior, and I'm still here."
"That's so sweet. You must love them both very much."
"Those two are bad eggs, Jillian, but they are both my bad eggs and I
wouldn't change them for the world." Jillian looked out the window and
wondered what the two Baxters were talking about that required drinks at
this time of the morning.
"Is Avery seeing anyone that you know of?" Gosh that didn't sound
desperate.
"Yes, I assume she is."
"Oh." Minnie looked up after hearing the dejected answer, smiling that
her guess was right the minute she saw Junior had run to open the young
woman's door.
"I mean, I assumed she was seeing you, dear." The biscuits she had been
busy with were formed and ready to bake so Minnie moved to the next
item.
"Oh no, not me. I just came to ask for a job."
"Uh huh, and did you get one?"
"I start tomorrow."
"How many constellations did she point out before you figured out you
couldn't live without her?"
"Three." The two in the backyard never heard the ringing laughter or saw
the deeper blush it caused to go up Jillian's face.
*****
"Junior, what are you going to do with three kids?"
"A mighty good question, Daddy, unfortunately I don't have an equally
good answer for you. I have to see Maria tomorrow then we'll take it
from there." Junior pulled two cigars out of her briefcase and handed
one to her father. "Here, light up, I'm a daddy."
"Can I tell you a story, Junior?"
"Of course, I love your stories, Pop, you know that."
"When you were born and they brought you out I thought I was going to
die of happiness. You had a head full of hair and you looked so cute all
bundled up in that pink blanket the lady brought you out in."
"Wait a minute, I thought you were drunk and under the illusion I was a
boy!"
Avery laughed at the fact his daughter was half way out of her seat
ready to pummel him. "Nope, cold stone sober and the pink gave it away.
The drinking part of the story was for your mother's sake. You looked so
much like me I couldn't help myself but name you Avery."
"I know you named me Avery, but no one calls me that, pop."
"Don't you want to know why I named you Avery, Junior?" He puffed
on his cigar knowing he had her now.
"Ok, why?"
"I figured you looked so much like me there was a good chance you were
going to take after me too."
Junior smiled thinking about just how much alike they were. "I'm with
you so far."
"It makes me feel good to know beautiful women are still screaming the
name Avery in the height of passion. Makes me feel immortal in a way."
They laughed together at his explanation, forgetting for that moment
what had brought Junior home for the day.
*****
Minnie beamed having her two favorite people sit at her table and rave
over the huge plates of food before them. Of course the two had done the
same when she was still learning her way around the kitchen, but it had
been years since anyone had reached for the antacids.
"Want to go for a walk with me?" Junior asked Jillian after they had
both helped clear the table and Avery had gone off to take a nap.
"Will you hold my hand?"
"No," Junior snorted, "I'm your boss now." Minnie closed the kitchen
door behind them so they wouldn't think she was listening in on their
conversation.
"Then I'm not going, and I don't start until tomorrow." She smiled when
a big hand was offered up and Junior didn't say anything. "And if you
pout I'm going without you."
"Why do you want to work for me?" They headed back down toward the water
and a boat shed that jutted out into the water.
Jillian walked where Junior led her but didn't answer the question right
away. There was no way to do it honestly since she hadn't come up with
the idea until the night before, and admitting it was so she could be
close to Junior didn't seem like a great response. Junior let go of her
hand when they reached the wharf so she could unlock the door to the
shed. Inside were a small rowboat and a speedboat; neither one looking
like anyone had taken them out in a while.
"Are you going to take me out?"
"Are you going to answer my question, Jillie?"
"I thought I could help you. You know, become an important part of what
makes Baxter work the best it can and still keep a clean environment."
The small motorless boat made a splash as it hit the water and Junior
moved to hook on the oars.
After a good dusting where Jillian was going to sit, Avery pulled it
close to the side so Jillian could get on board. The dress Jillian had
on wasn't going to make getting aboard easy, so Junior tied the boat
securely and put her hands on the slim hips to give her a boost. The
only problem was that once she had Jillian on the boat she didn't let go
of her.
"Do you want to become important to me, Jillie?"
"Avery, how many girls have you brought out here for their first kiss
from you?"
"None, you'll be my first kiss out here."
"Good answer." Jillian pulled Avery's head down and pressed her lips
softly to the ones just above hers. As Junior's lips met hers, Jillian
wanted to spend the rest of the afternoon out there committing them to
memory. When they broke apart because of a lack of air, Junior kept her
arms around Jillian's waist. The kiss was something Junior had wanted to
do from the day she looked up and found this beautiful woman on her rig.
"That was nice," said Junior blinking down at her.
"Damn, I'm going to have to try harder if all you can say is nice."
"How about spectacular?"
"Better, but let's try it again and see if I can't change your mind."
Jillian pulled Junior back down to her level by pulling on the back of
her neck and kissed her again.
Not wanting to give her aunt and father a free show, Junior sat Jillian
down and pushed off from the wharf. Before setting off she had pulled
out one of the umbrellas her dad kept in the boathouse and offered it to
her passenger. They looked like a picture out of a romance novel with
Junior rowing the boat and Jillian looking at her from under the small
canopy of protection.
"You may want to change your mind you know." It was the only way Junior
could think of to start this conversation. She still hadn't made up her
mind as to what she should do with her sudden inheritance, but dating a
woman with three children would have made her run for the nearest exit
and she intended to give Jillian the same escape.
"Avery, don't start making excuses not to see me. I'll be in the
building and everywhere else you think to escape to, so don't even try
it."
"You sure make up your mind easily, you don't even know me." The oar
plowed into a batch of purple water lilies breaking them into four
different floating bouquets.
"That's what we are doing now, getting to know each other. I already
know you like fried chicken, apple fritters and expensive cars."
Junior stuck her tongue out making Jillian laugh. "There's something I
have to tell you before you go packing the U-Haul."
"Is this where you tell me that you snore and leave the top off the
toothpaste in the morning?"
"I snore and I don't brush my teeth so you won't have that problem." The
white smile that could have been used in a dental adds told Jillian the
comment was meant in fun.
"You're a great kisser so I can let the snoring and dental hygiene thing
go. What else you got?"
"Three kids it would seem." The only thing that broke the silence for a
good five minutes were the turtles sliding into the water as the boat
floated by, and the sound of the oars churning through the brown
current.
"You have three children?"
"Sort of."
"Could you come over here and sit with me for a minute?" Jillian moved
over and pointed to the space next to her. Junior secured the oars and
carefully moved next to Jillian, confident the boat would float along in
the middle of the waterway.
"They aren't mine, they belonged to my half brother and his wife."
"You have a brother?" This learning phase of their relationship was
turning out to be a fruitful afternoon.
"Sort of."
"Will you stop answering my questions with that phrase, you're driving
me nuts." Jillian slapped her on the arm and smiled to soften the
reprimand.
"Ok, here's the scoop. My mother died a long time ago and Avery, from my
aunt's telling, had a hard time dealing with the loss so he handled it
the only way he knew how."
"That being?"
"Well suffice to say there were a few bottles of Jack and more than a
few barmaids involved. One of those women was smarter than the rest and
figured out who Avery was, or more importantly what he owned. I was five
at the time and by then the boom was on and daddy was rolling in cash.
Around then he also bought Huntington House and poured a ton into
restoring it, but the house and the money aren't what Avery is about. He
loves to have a good time and he loved to bed women."
"Something you two have in common?" Junior smiled at Jillian because of
her question and shook her head.
"I wouldn't have time to work if I tried to match my father's exploits.
No, he will go down as the Baxter woman finding champion. Back to this
woman, Madeline was her name. When Avery sobered up to find a new
watering hole and his next batch of conquests, she was pregnant with one
Quinton Baxter. She expected to move into Huntington with her new bundle
of joy so Avery could groom him to be heir to the royal treasure trove."
"Only Avery already had an Avery Jr., is that it?"
"Sort of." Junior almost tipped them over when Jillian pinched her leg
as hard as she could. "Sorry, I forgot. Avery wasn't interested in
marrying her or anyone else. My mother was a one shot deal for him but
he did offer to take care of them. Only problem was, nothing was good
enough or just plain enough. She had him in court every three months
wanting a raise for this or more for that, and in the end Avery ended up
hating her more than he loved anything else. The one thing she never
allowed was for us to see dear little Quinton. So I knew about him but I
had never really met him. Until I went to college that is, then the lost
prodigal son looked me up and started asking to borrow money. He had
graduated from high school but wasn't interested in anything else since
his mother had convinced him he was going to inherit half of Baxter
Oil."
"What did you graduate in?" Jillian took hold of one of the hands that
had been waving around as Junior told her story and held it in her lap.
She had guessed that the story didn't have a happy ending and wanted to
offer as much comfort as possible.
"Why is that important to the story?"
"It's not, I just want to know."
"I have a degree in Engineering."
Jillian rolled her eyes and laughed. "Figures. Go on with your story."
"Avery came by one day to visit me and ran into Quinton. After a long
talk, Quinton was made more than aware that there would be no
inheritance in his future and that Avery didn't want anything to do with
him or his mother."
"How was he going to get around the inheritance issue?"
"He doesn't have to now. The law changed recently, but before then it
was easy. When I was ready he gave me a really swell birthday present
one year."
Jillian pinched her again when Junior stopped. "Tell me."
"I think I'm going to like having you around." They kissed one more time
before the story continued. "He gave me Baxter Oil Company. As revenge
Quinton took something from me, or should I say someone. I met a girl
named Susan in college and for the first time in my life I was in love.
And, Susan loved me not because I was Avery Baxter, but just because of
me. She came from a strict religious family that lived not to far from
here, but she was willing to go against all that and follow her heart.
Don't get me wrong Susan was gay and wanted to be happy but I think she
was more afraid of her father than anything else. In one afternoon
Quinton managed to talk her not only into not wanting to see me again
but eventually into marrying him."
"I'm sorry."
"Why? I'm not. I don't think things would have lasted between us if
after one measly little talk she never wanted to see me again. What
Susan and I had was something, but it wasn't love. When Maria told me
she and Quinton had gotten into a car accident, as cold as it sounds, I
didn't really feel anything. I'm afraid I have a bit of my father in me
in that they both were dead to me a long time ago."
"When was the last time you saw them?" Jillian had put her head on
Junior's shoulder glad that she had trusted her with this story.
"I settled with him for what he thought he had coming to him about eight
years ago."
"But I thought you said you owned the company outright?
"I'm the major shareholder yes, but I didn't have time to hang around in
court in a case I would eventually win. It was more about time economics
more than anything else. Back then I was working in Venezuela developing
a large track of leases. A big check made him go away with a promise not
to come back."
"And that was the last time?"
"Until now. I guess I'll get stuck with burying the two of them and
seeing about their kids."
"Where are they now?"
"They are staying with Maria for now. I asked if I could have until
tomorrow to deal with it, after I talked with my father."
"Want me to come with you tomorrow?"
"No, you have a new job to deal with and the boss is a real bear. Though
I don't expect to see you until you give the old job your two week
notice."
They drove back to the city after promising both Avery and Minnie they
would be back for a visit before the end of the month. The return trip
was different in that they maintained some sort of physical contact all
the way back. Junior left for her office armed with all of Jillian's
numbers, promising to use them the next day as soon as her meeting was
over.
*****
"Who is she exactly?"
"She's your aunt, and the person your mother wanted you to stay with if
something happened to her." Maria sat in her living room talking to nine
year old Bailey. In one of the spare bedrooms she had put Bailey's
little brother and sister down for a nap. The attorney had gotten them
from the babysitter Susan had left in charge the night she and Quinton
went out. It was starting to worry her that Bailey hadn't cried once
since finding out both her parents would not be coming back.
"Is she nice?"
"You are going to find that Junior is one of the sweetest people you
will ever get to meet, so I think you, Emmett and Kristen will be fine."
"What's her name again?" The child had never once looked Maria in the
eye since getting there and it was starting to unnerve her a little.
Maria felt like she was being cross examined with the litany of
questions the kid had, but understood why they were being brought up
before Junior arrived.
"Her full name is Avery Baxter but everyone calls her Junior."
"My father didn't like her you know?"
"I'm sure he didn't, but I want you to give Junior a chance before you
take what your father felt to heart. Do you think you can do that?"
Bailey looked up for the first time and nodded her head. Maria could see
so much of her mother in her while the other two had been a surprise.
Quinton had been the image of his own mother with his raven black hair,
brown eyes and short stature. His two youngest children seemed to have
inherited all the Baxter genes that their father missed out on, leaving
only the oldest looking like Susan.
They both heard the car pull into the drive and a door softly close a
minute later. The fact it took the doorbell so long to chime meant
Junior was outside building up her courage. Bailey went back to looking
out the window while Maria got up to answer the door. In the time Maria
was gone, Bailey made a decision for her and her siblings and was
determined to see that it worked. Her mother was gone so that left her
in charge of Emmett and Kristen; Susan would have wanted it that way.
"Bailey, this is Junior." Maria was surprised by what happened next
considering the child's demeanor since she had arrived.
"Hello, I'm Bailey Baxter and my brother, sister and I are packed and
ready to go. If you want I'll help you bring the stuff out. Thank you so
much Miss Maria for having us over but we'll get going now. Are you
ready?" Bailey shook Junior's hand and walked out of the room to get her
bags. Two baffled women remained standing in the foyer of Maria's home
wondering what had just happened. One thought she was here to make plans
for the kids' care and the other was trying to smooth the way for Junior
to accept the responsibility.
Twenty minutes later Junior was sitting at home listening to a nine year
old on the proper maintenance and care of her ten month old little
sister. The adult holding the baby sat listening to the miniature child
expert, nodding while the little voice in her head was going ballistic.
Junior, get up and run out the door. Just put the kid down and run.
You know nothing about raising children and you are too old to learn
now, and don't give me any shit about not being quite forty yet. You
know oil, Junior, not diapers.
"We need to make a run to the grocery before we run out of diapers and
baby formula. You want to make the list or do you want me to do it?"
"Um…" Junior noticed that the kid she was holding had just spit up on
her jeans.
"I'll do it and stop bouncing her like that, it's what makes her spit
up."
"Ok. Could you hold her a minute while I use the phone?"
"Sure but don't take too long, we have to go to the store."
Junior handed Kristen over and walked out of the room in a daze. That
kid, Bailey had been calling the shots since she had walked into her
house and Junior needed to take a break. Sitting behind the desk in her
study, Junior dialed Maria's number.
"Hello, Junior, how's it going?"
"I hate caller id. Listen to me Maria, I know this is some sort of joke
you are pulling on me and I would like it to stop now. I have baby spit
up on my pants, and some weirdly mature kid making me a grocery list.
There isn't anyone else that wants them?"
"Do you really want Susan's sister taking them? The last I heard she had
five of her own and they were all living in a trailer."
"You are full of shit and your pool will be full of frogs before week's
end for getting me into this hell."
"Junior, I did not leave you three children."
"No, you didn't, but I have a sinking feeling you talked her into this.
Didn't you?"
"My doorbells ringing, Junior, I have to hang up." Junior looked at the
phone like it was going to come alive and tell her what to do next. But
it wasn't the phone talking; it was Bailey at the door telling her it
was time to go to the grocery store.
*****
"How did it go today?"
"I am so not cut out for this."
"Avery, honey, you are going to be great. Just give yourself a chance.
When it gets bad just think about what those children are going through
and the fact you are all they have left." Jillian had waited until nine
before calling. It was either call or drive over to the address Junior
had given her.
"I missed you today." For some strange reason Junior wanted more than
anything to start crying. Good lord, it's worse than I thought.
Junior, you usually make other people cry.
"That's why I'm calling you." Jillian's voice sounded so soothing after
listening to crying and baby talk all day.
"Because I missed you?" Junior didn't see the eye roll at her question
from Jillian. On her end Jillian was thinking that Junior, for as
good-looking and confident as she looked, was really just a nerd.
"No, silly, because I missed you too."
"That's sweet of you to say. I changed a diaper today." Jillian wanted
to hold the laugh in but couldn't quite manage. "There's something I
thought I would never tell a woman I'm trying to date."
"You are already dating me, Avery. It's time to move into the wooing and
courting stage, honey."
"I wouldn't call an afternoon of listening to my father and rowing, a
date."
"That was our second date. The first was you telling me about the stars.
You did such an admirable job, it's what made me want to see you again."
"And the reason you kissed me, is?"
"Marking my territory, Avery. I wouldn't want some other girl fining you
big bucks and having it turn your head. Could I call you back in about
ten minutes?"
"Sure, I'm just lying here trying to recover from today. I'm not sure
how it happened but I have three other people under my roof and they are
planning to stay."
"Hang up, Avery, and I'll call you right back."
True to her word the phone rang ten minutes later waking Junior out of a
light sleep. When she picked up the receiver Jillian instructed her to
go to the front door.
"Hi, I didn't want to ring the bell and wake anyone up." Junior found
Jillian standing on her doorstep wearing a robe and slippers.
"Don't take this as a complaint, but what are you doing here?"
"I thought you could use this." Jillian stepped in and wrapped her arms
around her tired looking friend and just held on. Bailey walked in and
found them in front of the door just holding each other.
"Junior?"
"Hey, Bailey, this is my friend Jillian. Jillian, this is Bailey. Is
there something wrong?"
"Would it be ok if I left the light on in the hall? You turned it off
and my little sister's afraid of the dark." Junior was about to answer
her when Jillian took over.
"How about you and me go turn it back on and then get you back to bed?"
When the child nodded her head and held up her hand, Jillian followed
her to the back of the house. Junior stood in the doorway of the room
she had put all the kids in, listening to Jillian tell the child a
story. The sun going down had not only brought out the stars, but also
the fears Bailey had held at bay all day. The businesswoman watched as
Bailey's eyes fluttered shut to the soothing tones of Jillian's voice.
Be careful, Junior, you could fall in love with a woman like this.
The little girl relaxed to the fingers combing through her hair making
her think of her mother. Junior was nice, but she was so different than
her mom but this woman sitting with her wasn't. "Do you think Junior
will make us go away because my daddy didn't like her?"
"No, sweetheart, I don't. Avery is going to make sure the three of you
are taken care of. Do you miss your daddy?"
"He didn't come home very often, and he and my mom fought a lot. His
joke was that they had made up three times and that's where we came
from. I'm not sure what that meant, but it made him laugh. My mom told
me about Junior though."
"Yeah, what did she say?"
"I always thought Junior was a fish, cause she would say Junior was the
one that got away." Jillian laughed at the child's recounting of her
conversations with her mother. "Do you like Junior?"
"I like Avery very much."
"Why do you call her that?"
"Because Avery is Junior's name. I'll tell you a funny story about how
she got her name." Jillian recounted the story Junior had told her minus
the drinking Avery Sr. had done. When she was done her audience that had
been afraid of the dark was fast asleep.
"Thanks." Both Avery and Jillian stood in the doorway of the guest
bedroom and looked at the three peaceful children sleeping inside.
"That is one beautiful little girl in there, Avery."
"It would seem that my brother and his wife did at least three things
right before they had to depart."
"And your dad and mom did one that I know of." Jillian curled up next to
Junior on the couch and kissed her. It felt great after the day she had
experienced in the office to have the big body pull her in and just hold
her. Her partner Tony had given her nothing but grief all day when he
found out what company Jillian was going to work for. Jillian found the
strong heartbeat under her ear so relaxing, she closed her eyes
promising herself it was only for a moment.
There were two things that pulled Junior out of a sound sleep. One was
lying on top of her on the couch and the other one was the small finger
that was poking her on the forehead. When she tried to turn her head
away, the little finger moved to her ear and that's when she discovered
it was wet.
"Gooba." Gray eyes were right by hers when Junior opened her eyes and it
startled her until she could remember where she was.
"Good morning to you, Emmett. I can see I'll have to go shopping today
to buy you some sort of pen." Jillian laughed from her spot turning her
head to look at one of the other of Junior's inheritance. "Don't laugh,
he broke three of my prized antique duck decoys yesterday."
"Tell me you didn't threaten to take it out of his allowance?" Jillian
picked up the chubby little boy and walked back into the room she had
gone to with Bailey the night before. She picked up a diaper and put the
little boy on the bed to change him. Below her on the floor, Bailey and
her little sister were still sleeping but the sun streaming in from the
window would soon change that.
"You want me to take over?" Junior walked in once everyone's diaper had
been changed and Jillian was pulling out something for Bailey to wear.
I wonder if my eyes will just roll back into my head permanently if
we end up together? Jillian brought her eyes back front and center
and looked at Bailey.
"No, honey, I think we have it under control. Don't we, Bailey?" The
little girl smiled up at her and nodded thinking the day was starting
out better than the one before it.
"I brought you some coffee." Junior held up a mug for Jillian to take a
sip. I wonder if it's too early in the relationship to ask her to
move in? "Don't you have to go to work?"
"Not unless you need me to go in and do something. My boss said he
appreciated the two week offer but wasn't taking me up on it." The
answer made all of the Baxters happy.
*****
A month later, Junior was sitting with her back to her desk, looking out
the windows in her office deep in thought. Nightmares every night after
the services for Quinton and Susan had left Bailey a wreck. Their one
salvation had been Jillian who sat with the crying child every night
until she went to sleep. Junior could see the bond building between not
only the oldest but also the other two children and was unsure on how to
proceed.
She had been so quiet around the office that Sally was starting to get
worried. "Someone's here to see you." Junior swiveled her chair around
to see Sally and Jillian standing in her office.
"Hey." Once Junior said the greeting, Sally walked out and closed the
door.
Jillian walked in and kneeled next to Junior's chair taking hold of her
hand. "You ok?"
"Yeah, just thinking."
"About?"
"I need to go out to Pegasus again and I'm not sure how I'm suppose to
do that now. Bailey's a whiz with her siblings but I'm doubting that I
can leave her alone with them for a couple of days." Junior played with
Jillian's fingers wanting nothing more than to pull her into her lap and
kiss her, but not knowing how she would take that at the office.
Seeing the small pout, Jillian made the decision for her. Taking up the
position they watched television in once the kids were asleep every
night and before she went home, when she went home, Jillian took a seat.
Sitting in Avery's lap had become her favorite time of the day.
"Plan your trip, workaholic, and I'll take care of the rest." Jillian
finished off with a small kiss getting Avery to lose her pout.
"I can't let you do that, they aren't your responsibility."
"Honey, don't you want me around?"
"You can't be serious? I would have gone batty by now just from the lack
of sleep. I'm afraid if I don't ask you to marry me soon, Bailey is
going to beat me to the punch."
"Maybe she can give you a brush up course in the romance department,
Avery. Now kiss me and let me go, I have a meeting with a man named
Possum. That might be a good story for the kids and I one night, how
Possum got his name." Avery kissed her one more time before helping her
to her feet smiling at how much better the day went when Jillian stopped
by.
"Not until they turn at least twenty." It wasn't until Jillian left that
her comment about romance hit Junior. Sally stood just outside the
doorway and looked at her boss who had gone back to looking out the
window.
"Something I can help you with?"
"I've gone from a confirmed bachelor who loved to work, to someone with
a house full of kids and a girl that just keeps showing up without me
asking in less than five weeks." The assistant couldn't decide if Junior
was complaining or giving a report on her personal life so she prodded
her a little.
"Is it the kids or the woman that is making you spend the day looking
out the window?"
"Neither and both of them. I don't handle change very well and this
isn't change, it's damn well redefinition."
"Junior, you're an engineer, of course you don't do well with change.
You're just like your father, no wonder I never had any problems coming
to work for you. Would you like some advice from an old lady?" Sally
cocked her head to the side wanting to draw Junior out of the mood she
was in.
"I know you, Sally, you are just going to tell me anyway, so asking you
is a waste of breath on my part."
"Damn straight. The children will give you a reason to come home from
here and the girl, well she'll just give you reason. This is a good
change, Junior, don't blow it. Avery didn't, and look at you now."
*****
"And that one is called the Big Dipper." Junior held Bailey on her lap
as Emmett played near her feet. They were sitting in the backyard
looking at the sky and talking after having eaten dinner. Jillian hadn't
gotten there yet since she had agreed to have dinner with her father so
Junior had gone into the battle of getting the three of them to eat
alone.
"How do you know so much about this stuff?" Bailey pulled closer to
Junior's body deciding she liked how safe she felt with her and how
special she felt when Junior paid this kind of attention to her. Susan
had tried but with three of them, in the end Bailey got short changed at
times.
"My father taught me. Would you like to meet him?"
"Do you think he'll like us?"
"I'm sure he won't just like you, he's going to love you. Just be
prepared, your grandfather is a different kind of person." Junior looked
over to the blanket she had put Kristen on to make sure she was still
sleeping, and Emmett wasn't trying to put bugs in her ear like he had
been earlier. "Come on, it's time for you three to hit the sack."
"Isn't Jillie coming tonight?"
"I'm sure she'll try, Bailey, but Jillie doesn't belong to us so you
can't expect her to come over and see us every night."
"I bet if you asked her, we could keep her."
"She's not a puppy, sweetheart."
"You aren't trying hard enough, Avery. A girl wants romance. You know,
to be swept off her feet."
"And you know this how?"
"Miss Sally told me. I saw a movie once with my mom and the guy bought
flowers and took the girl dancing. We could take Jillie dancing." Bailey
looked up at Junior begging her with her eyes to say yes.
"Hey, guys, miss me?" Bailey let go of Junior's hand and ran to her new
best friend. The blonde led Bailey and Emmett to their room to get them
changed for the night while Junior put Kristen in her new crib.
"Did Avery tell you she's leaving for a couple of days?" Bailey asked
Jillian as the woman pulled the covers up from the foot of the bed. It
was warm outside, but Junior kept the house so cold you could store meat
in the living room.
"Yes, but Miss Sally and I are coming to stay with you guys so don't
worry about it. Do you like Miss Cindy?" Jillian had refused to go to
work until they found someone who would come to Junior's house and stay
with them while they were at the office. After a solid two days of
interviews she had found a nice middle-aged woman that the kids seemed
to love.
"Yes, ma'am, she's nice. Avery's coming back, isn't she?"
"Oh, sweetheart, of course she is. Now go to sleep and I'll see you in
the morning."
Jillian left the hall light on and headed toward the kitchen in search
of Avery. Her father had grilled her over dinner to find out what
Avery's intentions were, enough so that Jillian had told him to call her
and ask himself. Shaking her head she entered the kitchen and found it
dark except for the night light over the stove. A quick check of the
study, den and living room also yielded no Junior.
"Maybe she's finally flipped and run away from home." Jillian was so
busy talking to herself that she almost missed the trail of rose petals
on the floor leading out the backdoor. Following them, she opened the
screen door and found Avery standing with her back to her, looking up to
the skies from the deck. "Want some company?"
"I was waiting for you." When Avery turned around, Jillian got her first
look at the bouquet of roses in her hand. Avery had also brought out the
radio and flipped it to a station playing romantic music. "Two very
different women told me today that I'm not very romantic. Since between
them they seem to know what they're talking about, I should take heed in
the lessons they are trying to teach me. Dance with me?"
"Do you know how to dance?" When Avery's hand went up and played with
her glasses, Jillian had her answer. "I know you are my boss and
everything, but just follow my lead on this one until you get the hang
of it."
Junior put her hands where Jillian had instructed and was swaying with
her in time with the music. "This is nice."
"Just for the record, I think you are terribly romantic so don't go
listening to other women on the subject. But dancing and flowers are
nice, so keep that part of the advice. On another subject, my father is
thrilled to know you. That must have been one dandy of a contract."
"Enough pipe to get crude from the Gulf through four different parishes
when it gets to land should be enough of a commission for him to
retire."
"Avery, that's huge."
"I'm probably crazy, but I figure it will save me a fortune in shipping
and unless someone wrecks into the damn thing it will cut down on the
chance of spills. Someone once told me that our children deserve to see
a tree instead of looking at them in books when they grow up." Avery
pulled her dance partner closer and kissed the top of her head.
Jillian went willing, wanting to melt into Avery. "Stop listening to me
when I am complaining about romance, I'm obviously crazy. I'm changing
your middle name to Casanova."
*****
"Where are you?"
"I just landed, which means I'll be in town in about an hour if I push
it. It's only five in the morning and the traffic should be coming the
other way. I'm sorry I've been away so much."
Jillian rolled over and noticed it was still dark outside but she had
made Avery promise she would call as soon as she touched down and got in
the car. A string of flukes had driven Avery out to Pegasus eleven times
in the last four months and the time apart had been hard for the kids
and Jillian.
"Don't push it. I want you home alive, and if you go to the office
before you come here I want a divorce."
"Jillie, we aren't married."
Jillian wanted to shout 'Not for my lack of trying' into the phone but
thought Avery would drive off the road if she did. "There's something I
want to talk to you about when you get here."
"You want to talk about it now? I got a lot of road ahead of me."
"No, Avery, I want you somewhere where I can keep close tabs on you
while we talk. If I do it while you are driving the beast, I may never
see you again."
"Save my place then, I'll be there in a little while." Jillian looked to
the other side of the bed and the empty space looked like part of her
heart. "Avery Baxter, I don't ever want to wake up without you again."
She said it to an empty room or so she thought until the small voice cut
through the silence of the house.
"You aren't leaving us are you?"
"No, sweetheart, I'm not. When Avery gets home I want to talk to her
about something that's all, but it's something good I promise."
"Do you think Avery will be upset if I don't want to work for her?"
Jillian almost laughed at the question. But the child was so serious,
she just patted the mattress as an invitation for Bailey to join her
like she sometimes did when Avery was out of town.
"I'm sure Avery will help you with whatever you want to do. What do you
want to do?"
"I want to be a vet. I mean Avery is great, but when she talks about all
that stuff she does, it sounds kinda boring. Promise you won't tell
her?"
"I promise. Want me to walk you back?" When she laid down again, Jillian
tried to stay awake to wait for Avery but the tired traveler found the
blonde with her hands wrapped around Avery's pillow fast asleep.
When Jillian woke she found the pillow that she had been hugging had
been replaced with a long warm body that was breathing deep and slow
under her ear. Finding Avery in bed with her brought a smile to her face
and she tightened her hold making the arms wrapped around her tighten as
well. Avery took a deep breath and held it before letting it out in one
long stream signaling that she was waking up.
"Good morning." The voice sounded deep and sexy to Jillian but still a
little tired.
"Good morning, honey. I'm sorry I wasn't awake when you got here but
this bed is some kind of comfortable." Jillian kissed her to both
welcome her home and wish her a good morning leaving Avery fully awake
when she was done.
"Kiss me like that all the time and I won't care when you sleep."
Jillian patted her on the stomach and smiled. "We need to buy a new
house."
"I like this house, what's wrong with it? And how did we go from talking
about kissing to talking about buying a new house?"
"Avery, this house has three bedrooms and you converted one into an
office." Jillian stated the obvious, but she could see Avery was not
comprehending.
"I know that."
"Honey, you have three little people in the only one that's left. That
isn't fair to Bailey, especially when she starts school again."
Avery looked around the room wondering when she had lost complete
control of her life then looked back to the pretty bright blue eyes
looking at her and found the answer. "Ok."
"That was easy but trust me, you'll be much happier when you have a
place where you can lock up all those decoys of yours."
An annoyed look came over Avery's face making Jillian break out in a
laugh that she tried to stop since it was making the two dark brows come
closer together. "Why?"
"I don't know why Emmett loves them so much, but another one bit the
dust while you were gone." Avery groaned at the news knowing that the
house wasn't exactly child proof and what the new one would look like
when it was. "Come on, corporate warrior, let's go get something to eat.
Being this close to you is making me have nasty thoughts and the troops
will be up too soon for me to carry them out."
*****
"Junior, is there anything you want changed in the contracts before we
finalize them?" Jillian's father pulled the papers out of his briefcase
before they got further into their talks.
"No, I looked them over last night and they look fine."
"Good, then we can move on to talk about other matters. What exactly are
you planning on doing with my daughter?" Ice tea came shooting out of
Junior's nose when she choked after his question.
"Doing? You want details? Not that I'm doing anything inappropriate with
or to her. Well not anything I'd feel…" An amused Robert who feared a
call from his daughter if he pushed Junior too far brought Junior's
ramblings to a close.
"Not details, Junior, trust me on that one. But she's working for you,
buying a new house and from my dinner dates with her, I can tell that
she wants something more from you. It's been eight months, it's time to
give it to her."
"I love your daughter, sir."
"Have you told her that?"
"Sort of." From her answer Junior could see where Jillian had gotten her
habit of eye rolling.
"Not one more day, Junior, don't let one more go by without telling her
that."
She looked into the office that was directly across from hers and saw
both Emmett and Kristen playing quietly on the floor on an activity
blanket Jillian had gotten for them. Their idol was on the phone with
the company's operation center in Texas getting some problems taken care
of, but she would smile at them whenever there was a lull in the
conversation. Jillian had taken them in with her that morning when the
sitter called in sick, but in reality they had become a common sight
around the office.
I'll be damned, Junior, you have a family. The time is coming soon
when you won't need me anymore. Emmett spotted her first and got up
on his now sturdy legs and walked over to her. "Hi, Avery."
"Hi, buddy, did you break anything while I was at lunch?"
"No ducks here to play wiff."
"No ducks, buddy, that's right but you have Jillie to play with." When
Avery sat down the baby came crawling over and pulled herself up by her
pant leg. Jillian looked over enjoying the sight of Avery holding the
two youngest Baxters. They had put Bailey in a school close to the house
they had both decided on, but the invitation that Jillian was waiting
for before she put her own house on the market had yet to come.
"If you make me fly to Houston, I'm telling Junior on you." It was the
last thing Jillian said into the phone before hanging up. "When are you
going to sweep me off my feet and make l-o-v-e to me?"
Avery smiled at her from the sofa in Jillian's office and talked to
Emmett instead of the woman behind the desk. "Emmett, do you think if we
asked Jillie to sell her house and move in with us, she would do it?" As
an answer, the little boy pulled her glasses off and threw them across
the room. "You are quicker than lighting, I swear." She got up and put
him down next to the blocks he had been playing with before spotting her
and moved to Jillian. "Can I talk you into leaving with me for a little
while? Sally said she would watch destructo and his sister."
Some of the staff on the executive floor of the company smiled as the
two left hand in hand. Any resentment Jillian feared over her job and
her relationship with Avery had not materialized, and everyone under
Sally's watchful eye was very supportive. In the garage, Avery opened
the passenger door for Jillian and kissed her before the blonde got in.
They didn't talk as they drove to the new house that was ready for them
to move into.
Avery parked the car in the driveway and looked at the big structure in
front of them. "I'm not really good at anything but pumping oil out of
the ground, or I wasn't interested in being good at anything else until
I met you." She got out and helped Jillian out of the car before she
went on.
"I'm not real sure why you stuck with me all this time, but I wake up
and you are always there. It still shocks me that you didn't freak out
when I somehow ended up with three kids, but I thank the gods for you
every day and I think the kids, in their own way, do to."
"Avery, honey, what's this about?" Jillian was getting worried when
Avery started sweating when she started talking.
"Just let me get all this out and then you can talk ok?" Jillian smiled
up at her and nodded her head, so Avery took her by the hand and led her
around to the back of the house. "I want to apologize for taking so long
to do this, but I just figured you would leave."
"Oh, Avery, I don't want to leave." When she got a pointed look from the
tall woman Jillian stopped talking. "Sorry."
"I thought about how I could tell you how much you mean to me and the
topic is so overwhelming that it was hard to pick just one thing, but I
think I finally have it." Avery opened the gate to the back yard and in
the middle of the grass sat a big sycamore tree waiting to be planted.
"You bought me a tree?"
"I fell in love with a tree hugger so I thought it was appropriate."
"Run that passed me again." Jillian pulled them to a stop and looked up
at Avery.
"I love you and I want you to move in here with us. I want you to put
your house up for sale today and move all your stuff in here this
weekend. Don't worry about arranging it, I called the movers and they'll
take care of it, unless you say no."
"Ok, is it important to you to know that I love you too?"
"Sort of."
Only Avery would pick this moment to answer me like this. "Excuse
me?"
"I'm not finished, and any declarations from you right now will make me
forget what I'm saying."
"Ok, please continue."
Avery led her to the tree and dropped to one knee. "I want to wake up
with you every morning, I want to build a life with you and the kids
here, I want you to help me raise them as our own and I want you to know
that I will always belong to just you. Will you be mine?"
"Can I tell you now?"
"It would seem the appropriate time, yes."
"I love you, Avery, you idiot. I can't believe you kept me waiting all
this time, but I see it every time you look at me so I'll forgive you
this once." Avery squeezed her hand to get her back on track and
answering her questions. "Yes I'll move in, and I'm already yours and
you know that. I have been ever since you sat next to me smoking that
cigar and pointing out stars."
"Can I point out one more for you?"
"Tonight? You have a date."
"I was thinking about right now." Avery pointed to one of the low
branches in the tree and waited. Jillian looked up to find a ring
hanging from a string and when the stone caught the sunlight it did look
like a star. The crying blonde pulled Avery off her knees since she
couldn't reach the diamond and she wanted to try it on.
"It's beautiful, thank you."
"You're beautiful and I want to show you how much."
"In the backyard?"
"Nah, I had them move the bed early."
"Why today?"
"Because I couldn't go one more day without touching you, and it seems
stupid to want to."
"Stupid to want to touch me?" The look of annoyance Junior was more than
familiar with was starting to take shape on Jillian's face.
"No, Jillie, stupid not to."
Avery picked her up and carried her around to the front of the house so
she could carry Jillian over the threshold. As the passion they had kept
bottled up for months came pouring out, they never saw Avery Sr. pumping
his fist in the air when Jillian shouted out a roaring 'Oh Avery'. His
daughter had forgotten he and Minnie were coming in to look at the new
house and help supervise the move. The elder Baxter was walking around
the yard when Jillian's approval of whatever Junior was doing made him
stop for a minute.
Inside Jillian was going to bite down on Avery's earlobe again but
popped her head up instead. "Did you hear someone let out a whoop?"
"Actually all I can hear right now is blood rushing in my ears."
Jillian laughed at her exhausted looking lover and pinched her on the
leg. "Avery Baxter, you have been holding out on me. That was
fantastic."
"You provide really great inspiration." Avery looked down at the
gorgeous body draped over hers and felt like doing everything they had
just done all over again.
"Junior, get dressed and let us in." Her father's voice coming from
right outside the window made them both break out into a full body
blush.
"I may need therapy marrying into your family."
"He is a little bigger than life."
"If he tells anyone this story, he's going to be a big piece of toast."
Jillian kissed the tip of Avery's nose to let her know she was joking
before climbing off her and picking up her clothes.
*****
The move went according to plan and the three children got to spend more
time with their grandfather and great aunt while Jillian and Junior told
the workers where everything went. They had tried to take them once a
month to Huntington so that Avery Sr. would have the opportunity to see
the children, and both he and the kids looked forward to the visits.
They settled into their new home and worked at becoming a family.
Bailey's nightmares got less frequent once Jillian moved in and the
eldest child lost her fear they were going to be sent away. To
commemorate their anniversary almost a year to the day they met, Pegasus
was ready to begin production.
Jillian and Avery tucked their three wildcatters into their bunks for
the night after two hours of trying. The excitement of taking a
helicopter out to the rig and having the men take them on a tour had
pumped them up more than if they had consumed four bags of candy each.
Avery wanted to continue the family tradition her father had started in
having all generations of Baxters at the completion of every major
project.
With Possum keeping watch over the sleeping forms, Avery took Jillian
back up to the empty helipad. "Happy anniversary, my love."
"You remembered our first date?"
"It's all those romance lessons Bailey's been giving me."
"Do you love me, Avery?"
"You know I do."
"Enough to give me something I really want?"
"If I can give it to you, it's yours."
"I want another little Avery Baxter of my very own." Jillian leaned back
into the body behind her and wished on the falling star she was
following in the sky that Avery would say yes.
*****
"So you see, Susan, that's how I ended up with Avery, III." Avery looked
down at the baby sleeping in the carrier and smiled. She had gotten up
early to check on him and decided to bring him along for the visit she
felt compelled to make.
"Two years ago on this date, I thought Maria was playing the biggest
April Fool's joke on me in history and, as it turns out I found that God
has an enormous sense of humor. He took you and Quinton away from them,
but he gave me a life I look forward to living now. Don't get me wrong,
I'm sorry about what happened and I hope that wherever you are, you know
that Bailey, Emmett and Kristen are loved and well taken care of. I
wanted to come out today and thank you both for the precious gifts you
entrusted to me. I promise to take good care of them and to tell them of
the parents that loved them all."
Avery put the flowers she had brought with her in the vase between the
two head stones and got to her feet. "Rest in peace and before I go I
brought you a gift. It's the last one I have that Emmett hasn't gotten
to, and I wanted you to have it."
She picked up her son and walked back to the car. A wooden duck stayed
behind, looking over the peaceful setting just like he belonged there.
The End
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