One Night

1

Mia

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Mia, are you there? asked Ridley from the other end of the phone.

Yes, I replied, gritting my teeth. Why didn’t you tell me that we were catering a bachelor party?

Because I knew you’d say ‘no’, she said, matter-of-factly.

Because you knew I’d say... for God’s sake, Ridley, what in the world were you thinking?! I snapped, seething inside. You of all people should know that the last thing I want to do is place myself on a boat filled with drunken assholes for an entire week.

Number one, it’s a yacht. Number two, they’re extremely rich assholes who will tip us very well. Number three, we only have to be around them for a couple of days and number four, the owner of the boat is Damian Stryker.

Yeah, so? I answered, not recognizing the name and not giving a rat’s ass if he was the president of the United States. The thought of being trapped, in the middle of the ocean, with a bunch of horned up, self-deserving men made my skin crawl. If anything, I was hurt. Hurt because Ridley, one of my best friends in the world, had to know how upsetting this would be. Especially since my ex had cheated on me at his own bachelor party less than a year ago. 

If you watched baseball, you’d know he’s the pitcher for the Tampa Bay–

I don’t care who this Damian guy is, I replied, pacing back and forth in my living room. Seriously, Ridley, you know why I don’t want to do this.

I’m sorry, Mia. I really thought you’d be over the incident with John by now. Besides, these are all strangers; for all we know, they’ll be very well behaved.

I’m trying to get over it, but this certainly won’t help, I said miserably.

My heart still ached from the memory of walking into our newly built house the morning after his stag party. I’d been out of town for a catering convention with Ridley, and we’d returned earlier than planned. I’d found him naked and passed out in bed, but not alone. Apparently, one of the strippers from his party had given him a ride home in her fancy new Corvette, and then another in our bed. After waking him with a cold bucket of water, John had begged for my forgiveness, using the excuse that he hadn’t remembered anything. But from the smirk on the stripper’s face and the number of condom wrappers on the floor, I knew he was full of shit. 

Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. The truth is, we need this gig. I’m behind on some bills and if we don’t do something quickly, we’re going to lose the catering van, said Ridley.

I groaned.  Seriously?

Seriously.

I knew we should have taken that Bar Mitzvah party last weekend.

I had the flu. We couldn’t.

Maybe I could have tried doing it myself, I murmured.

Listen to me – the guest list was too big and pulling it off would have been a nightmare.

At least we’d have been paid, I replied glumly.

We will be paid big time if we take this gig.

I didn’t say anything.

Come on, Mia, she pleaded. You even mentioned that you were having a hard time coming up with rent for next month.  Damian Stryker is paying us enough money that you won’t have to worry about it for the next six.

I sighed.

Look, all we have to do is prepare the meals and hand them off to the servers. We’ll be in the kitchen most of the time and probably won’t be anywhere near the guests.

Admittedly, that didn’t sound completely horrible.

My brother told me that Damian’s yacht is ridiculously huge. Seriously, I’m sure we’ll never have to deal with any of the drunken idiots.

Mia’s brother was a sports agent and had a lot of connections. He’d been the one who’d set up our gig with Damian Stryker. When I’d first learned that we’d be spending an entire week cruising near the Virgin Islands, I’d been ecstatic. Now, I felt nothing but anxiety.

Is your brother going to be there?

Michael was a decent guy and someone who I trusted to keep things under control.

No, she replied. It’s a very private party and even he doesn’t know who’s going to be on the guest list. More than likely, a bunch of sports celebrities. You know, this could actually be the chance of a lifetime. It may even earn us more business, once they try our food.

As long as that was the only thing they tried tasting. I couldn’t speak for myself, but Ridley was beautiful and men were always asking her out. She had a boyfriend, however, and wasn’t the cheating kind. Even with someone rich, handsome, or famous.  

I guess it does sound like a great opportunity, I admitted, reluctantly giving in. And, as you said, it’s not like we have to be anywhere near these guys during the bachelor party.

Exactly. All we have to do is make sure their tummies are happy. As far as other parts of their bodies, we’ll let the strippers, or hookers, worry about that.

Yuck, I replied, grimacing. Do you really think there could be prostitutes at this thing?

I don’t know. They certainly have the money to get whatever it is that they want. I can’t imagine a bachelor party without some kind of naked entertainment.

Hopefully, it would stop at pornos, but I didn’t believe we’d be so lucky.

So? What do you think? Are you in or out?

I stared outside of my living room window and smiled grimly. What I think is that I’m crazy for agreeing to this.

But, you’ll do it?

Yes. It sounds like we don’t have a choice. We both obviously need the money.

She squealed. This job is going to change our lives. I can feel it in my bones.

All I felt was a tight knot in the pit of my stomach. Something told me she was right, but at what price?

2

Mia

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The following day, Ridley’s brother, Michael, invited us both to dinner to discuss the trip and Damian Stryker. We had a week to plan the menu and purchase what we needed for the stag party, and I had yet to meet the man hiring us.

Michael said Damian is going to try and meet us for dinner, she told me when we were in my kitchen and drinking coffee, earlier in the day. So, wear that black cocktail dress of yours.

John had picked out that particular dress and I hadn’t put it on in months. It was tight, flirty, and drew attention, which wasn’t something I particularly wanted. Since breaking up with him, I’d been taking a sabbatical from the opposite sex and still wasn’t ready to return to the dating scene.

Why? I asked, narrowing my eyes. Wait a second. You’re not trying to set me up with this guy, are you?

She gave me an innocent look. No. Of course not.

I stared at her hard. Ridley...

What? she said, trying to keep a straight face. Even I know that it would be totally unprofessional and in bad taste.

You’re damn right it would.

Removing a binder from around her wrist, she pulled her blonde hair back and made it into a ponytail. I mean, if he finds you attractive, and decides to ask you out, that might not necessarily be such a bad thing, would it? He is rich and now very available.

He’s single? I replied, not even sure why I was asking. I certainly wasn’t interested in dating anyone and didn’t know what this guy looked like, or even more importantly, how he treated women.

He was recently divorced, she said. From what Michael said, it was pretty messy.

Let me guess... he had an affair, I said dryly, knowing that I was being cynical but had good reason.

No. In fact, I think it was all her. They have a son together and it sounds like she’s a shitty mother.

I sighed. Really? That’s too bad.

Ridley nodded. Obviously, he travels a lot and apparently, she parties like a rock star. I’m sure there’s more to it than that, but Michael told me that Damian ended up getting full custody of their son. Poor kid. The woman must be truly neglectful to lose in court. You hardly ever see cases go that way.

Or the judge is a big baseball fan, I replied, taking a sip of coffee.

Ridley shrugged. I guess there’s always that. Money and fame do strange things to people, even judges. Anyway, you still have to feel sorry for their son. I think he’s only eight.

Damn, I replied, picturing a sad little boy who was probably missing the hell out of his mommy. Even if she was a party-animal, that didn’t mean he loved her any less. So, if Damian has full custody, does he take his son along with him when he travels?

I have no idea. I’m sure he has a nanny or something.

So, basically, he probably doesn’t get to see his father or his mother very much.

Maybe, maybe not. On the other hand – his dad is a famous baseball player and probably spoils the crap out of him.

Even so, money can’t replace someone you love, I replied, remembering when my parents had divorced. I’d just turned eleven when it happened. My father had been an alcoholic and after many years of trying to get him to quit drinking, my mother couldn’t take it anymore. One morning, after he’d banged up the car because of drinking, she kicked him out of the house, refusing to let him back in until he sought treatment. Unfortunately, my father didn’t believe he had a drinking problem, nor did he like ultimatums. He ended up getting his own place and I was able to visit him every other weekend. Luckily, he was usually sober during those times, although I suspected it hadn’t been easy for him. Tragically, he ended up passing out behind the wheel while returning home from a Christmas party, five years later. His car hit a tree and it was said that he died upon impact. My heart broke after hearing the news. As many problems as he had, I always knew that my father had loved me, and I’d never stopped loving him.

Ridley’s eyes softened. I know. You’re right and I’m sure you know that more than anyone. I’m just saying that Damian Stryker wouldn’t necessarily be such a bad catch.

I’m sure he wouldn’t, but I’m not interested in casting out any lines. Not right now, at least.

Fine. I get it. But, it’s been almost a year since John pulled that crap on you, and your social life is like a cat lady’s, minus the cats. You might be missing out on the man of your dreams because you’re living like a hobbit. And no, I’m not necessarily talking about Damian.

I know that this might be hard for you to comprehend, but my life doesn’t have to revolve around a man or my search for the perfect one. I’m quite happy being alone.

You’re quite happy sitting home every weekend, all by yourself? she asked with a small smile.

Admittedly, I did get bored and even missed John, at times. I sometimes had to stop myself from answering his calls or messages. Just last week he’d sent me a text.

Mia, I know I made a mistake, but I love you and we can still have a life together...

As usual, I’d ignored him, although it hadn’t been easy.

I’m fine with my life right now. Besides, I told her, most of the weekends are tied up because of the business anyway. I don’t remember many of them where I’m sitting at home, bored out of my skull and miserable.

Whatever. There’s time. I find it with Adam. I am starting to think that you’ve forgotten how to be single.

Believe me, that’s definitely not the case, I said dryly. I was reminded of it every day when I woke up and found myself alone in bed.

Still, you need some fun in your life.

I have fun. I nodded toward my trusty camera sitting on the counter. When I’m bored I take that out.

And take naked pictures? she teased.

No. Of course not.

Ridley picked it up and turned it on. She began looking through my most recent photos, which I’d taken at the beach, right before sunset.

She glanced at me. I mean, I have to admit, you take stunning pictures...

Thank you.

My father had given me my first camera, after he’d moved out of the house. I soon developed a passion for photography, but mainly as a hobby. Cooking was still my first love, which my mother had introduced to me when I was old enough to look over the kitchen counter. The camera, on the other hand, brought me a different kind of joy. It captured moments in time that you’d never get back, but could still reflect on fondly.

You know, Mia, you could probably sell a lot of these photos online, she said, looking through more of them. There are websites that allow you to do that.

Why would I want to sell them?

She gave me a surprised look. For money?! I mean, look at this photo. Whose dog is this? He’s adorable enough and you were able to catch him at just the right moment, when he’s airborne. And look at this one... it looks like something you’d see in National Geographic. 

I walked over and smiled at the pictures I’d taken on Cocoa Beach. A man had let his Golden Retriever puppy loose near the water. He’d allowed me to take a couple of shots while the animal taunted a ghost crab moving in the sand.

I doubt I’m allowed to sell most of the pictures I’ve taken, without getting a release form from the models.

Something tells me that this one would have given you a ‘ruff’ time, she joked.

I laughed. Exactly. Anyway, this really is just a hobby. Not like cooking.

She handed me back the camera. I guess I should be happy that you’re not investing too much time with this or making it a career. I don’t know what I’d do without you.

Although Ridley was a fantastic cook, and we’d both graduated from culinary school together, she didn’t have a lot patience, especially when it came to food preparation. If something went wrong it wasn’t unusual for her to fly into hysterics. Usually, it was up to me to calm her down and get us back on track.

We do make a great team, I agreed. Although, it would be nice to start earning enough money that we could hire an assistant or two. Then we could start doing much larger parties.

At the moment, we were currently working out of Ridley’s mother’s gourmet kitchen in Miami. Her parents were loaded and owned three homes – one in Florida, one in Hawaii, and one in New York. Her father was some kind of real estate developer and they were currently in Maui on business. Although it was saving us a ton of money, we really wanted our own facility to work from and had been discussing the possibility of applying for a loan to do just that.

I’m telling you, this gig we have coming up might just allow us to do something like that.

How much is he paying us? You didn’t really give me an actual figure yet, I asked, before finishing the rest of my coffee.

Enough so I can purchase those Jimmy Choo sandals I saw at Sak’s yesterday.

Which is?

Twenty grand. Plus, the cost of food, she said, beaming. 

I stared at her in shock. Had I heard her correctly? "Twenty thousand dollars?"

She nodded.

I knew she’d said the money was going to be great, but I had no idea.  

That’s insane. How many guests? I asked, elated now.

Roughly fifteen. I mean, we’ll have our hands full. We have to prepare breakfast, lunch, and dinner from Friday through Sunday. And that’s not including the actual party.

Twenty grand. I can’t believe it, I replied, feeling a rush of excitement and relief, especially knowing that the bills really would get paid for the next few months. I could even afford to have someone look at my truck, which was making a clunking noise every time I turned a corner. Are you sure he said ‘grand’?

I’m positive. We’ll verify it with him tonight, since he might be joining us for dinner. I seriously can’t wait to meet this guy in person. Maybe I’ll stop by Sak’s on the way home and see if they still have those sandals in my size, she said, grabbing her cell phone. I’d love to wear them tonight.

For the first time since I’d heard the name Damian Stryker, I had to admit, I couldn’t wait to meet him either.

3

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Mia

We drove separately and met Ridley’s brother, Michael, at Café Bianca, a ritzy, five-star restaurant where it was usually impossible to get a reservation, unless you had connections.

How did you pull this off? Ridley asked, after we were seated. Was it Damian?

Excuse me? he asked, smiling wryly. I’ll have you know that I’m a reputable agent now. Don’t you think I have some pull in this city?

It’s Miami, not one of those hick towns you frequent, where anyone driving a BMW is considered a ‘big deal’, she teased. No offense, Jerry Maguire.

He pretended to look hurt. "Obviously, you missed the memo, little sister. I am a big deal now and if you play your cards right with Stryker, you just might get an invitation to the club."

"It’s one of the reasons why we’ve agreed to catering a stag party, she replied with a look of distaste. And, of course, the money. Which reminds me... is Damian showing up tonight?"

He’s going to try, replied Michael, sitting back in his chair.

Good, she replied. I’m dying to meet him. So is Mia.

Michael looked at me. Speaking of Mia... how are you doing tonight, gorgeous? That color looks amazing on you, by the way.

I blushed. I was wearing a coral and white sundress that even I had to admit, showed off my tan. I’m doing very well, thank you. What about you? Where’s your husband this evening?

Michael had recently gotten married to a golf pro from Palm Beach. A man named Alex Torensen. Ridley and I had actually catered their reception, which had been relatively easy, since they’d kept the wedding small.

He’s working again. I swear, I see him less and less now that we’re married, said Michael, twirling his wedding ring around his finger. But, in all fairness, he has his hands full with the clubhouse, especially now that he bought out the other owner and is running it all on his own.

Really? That’s wonderful news. Tell him congratulations for me, will you? said Ridley. I know he was talking about doing it for the past few months.

He finally bit the bullet, said Michael. And, although he’s busy, he’s a lot happier. Hell, we both are.

Alex must be relieved to be away from that asshole, said Ridley.

God, yes. The guy wasn’t willing to change with the times, which was definitely hurting business. Not to mention the fact that when the prick found out Alex was gay, he showed his true colors. He glanced at me, his smile grim. A complete homophobe. He didn’t even have the decency to try and hide it.

Good riddance then. Alex is a wonderful man and shouldn’t have to deal with that on top of everything else, I replied. By the way, tell him I said ‘hello’ and wish him the best.

I’ll do that, said Michael. His offer still stands if you’re ever interested in getting into the sport. Free lessons from the master himself. If he can teach me, he can teach anyone.

I chuckled. That’s very kind of him. Let him know that I might take him up on it one day.

Will do, he answered. 

Not to change the subject, but did you find out who Damian’s friend is that’s getting married? asked Ridley.

No. He’s being really tight-lipped about the bachelor party, he replied, examining the cocktail menu.

I took a sip of my water and asked if it could be someone on his baseball team.

Michael shook his head. I doubt it. It’s in the middle of the season and the only reason Damian is able to throw this party is because he retired last year.

Really? Wow. I hadn’t heard, said Ridley, surprised.

Since when have you followed baseball? he asked, looking amused. Growing up, you couldn’t stand it.

It wasn’t that I hated baseball. I just got tired of you and dad always hogging the television to watch sports. If it wasn’t baseball, it was football. If it wasn’t football, it was basketball or hockey, she said.

Oh, whatever. You never had time for television, said Michael. If I remember anything, it was that you were always off gallivanting with your friends and never home anyway.

Technicalities, she answered, smiling. Anyway, Adam watches baseball religiously and has educated me on the sport. I’m actually starting to like it.

Adam, Ridley’s boyfriend, was definitely a huge sports fan. It seemed like it was all he usually talked about when I was around.

Really? That man is definitely a keeper. Michael looked at me. What about you? Do you like baseball?

I have nothing against it. It’s just a little boring to watch, I admitted.

Did you just say that baseball is boring to watch? exclaimed Michael, feigning a look of complete shock. That’s blasphemy.

I laughed. I’m sorry. I don’t know. I guess I’d rather play than watch.

Which is why you should get back into the game, said Ridley, grinning wickedly. Get yourself some homeruns before you forget how to score.

Get back into the game? Were you on a team? Michael asked, missing Ridley’s jab.

When I was in grade school I played softball, I replied, giving Ridley a warning look.

So, you lost interest? Michael asked.

Not really. I just stopped playing, I said.

You have a habit of doing that, said Ridley with a glint in her eye. I bet Damian Stryker knows his way around the field and plays a mean game of baseball.

I groaned. Would you please stop?

At least check out the size of his bat, she said.

Michael laughed. Is my little sister trying to play matchmaker?

Yes, I said. And it’s very annoying.

As you can see, she’s uptight because she hasn’t been laid in months, Ridley told him.

I gasped. Ridley!

What? I’m only trying to help, she replied, reaching for her glass of water. 

I don’t need your help, I replied, even though she was right. I hadn’t had sex since John. I wasn’t uptight, however. At least, I didn’t think I was. I just didn’t like discussing my sex life over dinner and with her brother, who was now looking at me with pity. 

Obviously. You’re a beautiful woman and if you wanted a romp in the hay, I’m sure guys would jump in line for a chance.  Don’t waste your time with Damian, however. His ex messed him up, big time. He’s now going through women like you go through shoes, Ridley. Mia doesn’t need that in her life.

Believe me, I said. I don’t care what Damian looks like or how big his bat is. I’m not looking to hook up with anyone. Especially a guy who’s obviously a big player off of the field, too. Understand, Ridley?

She sighed. Fine. I’ll let it rest.

I’d believe it when I saw it.

Changing the subject, did you happen to get those shoes you were talking about earlier? I asked her.

She gave me a pouty look. No. They were out. I bought another pair, however. What do you think? Ridley stuck her shoe out. It was a white sparkly pump, which went great with the lace cap-sleeve dress she wore in the same color.

Very pretty. Jimmy Choo? I asked.

No, Valentino, she replied. More expensive but I couldn’t resist.

You can never resist, which is why you’re always broke, said her brother.

She stuck her tongue out at him.

He smiled and then looked past me. Good. Our waiter must have punched in. I was beginning to think we were invisible.

I was wondering what was taking so long myself, said Ridley.

The server approached our table. He was in his twenties and reminded me a bit of a younger Leonardo DiCaprio. Good evening, my name is Ben. I’m sorry to make you wait so long. Welcome to Café Bianca. Is this your first time here?

Oh, heavens no, said Ridley, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder. Why would you ask that? 

Because I would have remembered someone as beautiful as you, he replied, winking at her.

Ridley blushed. Nice return. You know, you should be flirting with my brother. He’s the one tipping tonight.

He turned to Michael and chuckled. Well, good looks obviously run in the family. I hope you’re not offended if I just keep it at that.

Not at all, he replied, smiling up at him. But, I might be offended if you’ve run out of prime rib. It seems like everywhere I go, there’s a shortage.

I’m almost one-hundred percent sure that it’s still available, the waiter replied. But, I’ll check for you.

Thank you, he answered.

No problem. He then went over the specials for the evening.

The salmon sounds fabulous, said Ridley. I’m probably going to have that.

People rave about it. By the way, could I start you out with something to drink? he asked, this time looking at me. Other than water?

I ordered a glass of white wine, while Ridley and Michael both ordered martinis.

Ben, just so you know - there might be another person joining us, said Michael, looking at his watch. A gentleman.

Excellent. I’ll keep watch after I put your orders in for the cocktails while you peruse the menu. Did you want to order an appetizer?

I’m sure we will. Give us a few minutes, if you could? Michael replied.

Of course, said Ben. He quickly refilled our water glasses. I’ll return shortly with fresh bread.

Thank you, replied Michael.

I sure hope Damian can join us, said Ridley, looking toward the entrance. By the way, why isn’t he playing baseball anymore? He can’t be much older than thirty. Isn’t that a little young to retire?

He injured his arm and it hasn’t been the same. I wouldn’t ask him about it, by the way, said Michael, lowering his voice. It’s a touchy subject.

I bet, I said. So, how well do you really know this guy? I asked, opening up the menu.

I met him at a party in Beverly Hills, about five years ago. Like me, he has an interest in classic cars and we’ve attended some auctions together. In fact, two months ago, when I acquired my ’67 GTO, Damian bought himself a ’65 Shelby Cobra. Talk about a gorgeous car.

Are those expensive? asked Ridley.

That one was. I believe he paid over five-hundred thousand, replied Michael. And that was just on a whim.

A whim? Sounds like my kind of guy. Too bad I’m not single and hopelessly in love, said Ridley.

I can’t even imagine having that kind of money to throw around. He must have made a lot playing professional baseball, I said in a low voice.

He certainly did but that’s nothing compared to what he’s inherited from his grandfather, who passed away three years ago. Apparently, the man once owned a shipping company and after he sold it, made some solid investments. Michael lowered his voice. Rumor has it that he’s worth billions now.

Damian is? asked Ridley. 

Yes. But, you didn’t hear it from me, he replied.

Wow, said Ridley, looking my way. Maybe we should negotiate for more money.

Don’t you dare, I told her. He’s already paying us more than enough.

Of course I won’t. I was only joking, she answered, but I could tell she wasn’t totally against the idea.

I looked at Michael. What about his parents? Are they gone? I asked, wondering if he’d inherited the family fortune all by himself.

He nodded. They died in a plane crash, when Damian was very young. He lived with his grandparents afterward.

How horrible! And there are no brothers or sisters? I asked. Or aunts and uncles?

I know that he has two living cousins from his mother’s side, he replied, staring over my head again. One of them is a singer in a band.

She is? Which one? asked Ridley.

Why don’t you ask him? He just walked into the restaurant, said Michael.

4

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Mia

Damn, I need to start watching more baseball, murmured Ridley, staring at Damian as he headed our way.

Close your mouth. You’re drooling, Michael said in amusement.

I couldn’t blame her. He was drop-dead gorgeous, even with his slightly crooked nose, which I learned afterward, was the result of a fly-ball.

Even you must admit... he’s hot, she whispered to me.

I nodded, noticing that we weren’t the only ones checking him out. As Damian moved toward us, he seemed draw the attention of almost everyone in the room. Tall, broad shoulders, wavy, dark brown hair, and eyes that were a vibrant shade of blue.   

Michael stood up. Look at what the cat dragged in. How’s it going, Mr. Stryker?

Very well, Mr. Blake, he teased back. They shook hands, smiling at each other like long-time friends. Sorry, I’m late. Did you already order?

Just our drinks, Michael replied. I’m glad you could make it. By the way, this is my sister Ridley and our dear friend, Mia.

Ah... my two gourmet chefs, he said, his eyes twinkling as he shook Ridley’s hand. Ridley, I know we’ve spoken briefly on the phone. It’s wonderful to finally get to meet you in person.

You as well. We’ve heard so much about you, she said, her voice higher than usual.

I bit back a smile. She’d always been nervous around handsome men, even as beautiful as she was. Not only that, this one was filthy rich and had an impeccable taste in clothing. The gray wool suit he currently wore was no exception. It was obviously a designer, and his tie clip had to cost more than the expensive two karat ring I’d thrown back in John’s face.

Oh, hell, he replied, glancing at Michael in amusement. And they’re still willing to cater for me?

These two don’t scare easily, said Michael, smirking.

That’s a relief. I can’t really cook and I doubt we’ll be able to order out when we’re in the middle of the ocean, he replied, turning toward me with his hand extended. Hi, I’m Damian.

I’m Mia, I replied, as I shook his hand.

It’s a pleasure to meet you. Have we met before? he asked, studying my face. You look very familiar.

No. I don’t believe so, I replied.

Are you sure? I hardly ever forget a face. Do you live here in Miami? he asked.

Yes. Born and raised here, I said. 

Interesting, he replied, sitting down on the other side of Ridley. I could smell a hint of his cologne, a light woodsy scent that was very nice. Maybe it will come to me. I know I’ve seen you somewhere.

The waiter took that moment to return with our drinks. Damian ordered a beer along with a slew of appetizers.

Sorry. I hope you don’t mind, he said, loosening up his tie. I haven’t eaten since this morning and I’m fading quickly.

No problem, said Michael, smiling. You’re buying anyway, right? Go to town.

Damian smiled. Of course I’m buying.

I’m just giving you shit. You’re my guest this evening, Stryker. If you even think about paying for this food, I’ll take it as a personal insult, said Michael.

He laughed. Fine. I’d hate to get on your bad side. Speaking of money, my assistant should have deposited your funds into the account number you gave me over the phone, Ridley. As far as the food goes, have the merchants bill me directly or save your receipts so that we can figure that out as well.

Oh. Gosh... thank you, said Ridley. I didn’t realize you’d pay us so quickly.

I wanted to make sure everything went smoothly and you were locked in, he replied, winking. No backing out now.

We wouldn’t dream of it, she answered.

Famous last words, snickered Michael.

No. Those will probably be – ‘What in the hell were we thinking by getting on board this nutcase’s ship’? said Damian, chuckling.

Okay, now you two are scaring me, said Ridley.

Don’t worry, little sister. You’re going to have the time of your life. Wait until you see his yacht. He took me out on it last summer. It’s breathtaking. Not to mention enjoyable, especially when the captain kicks it down.

Thank you, said Damian. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.

Hell, yeah. It was a blast, he answered.

Good. I’ll have to invite you back, said Damian. Maybe next month sometime?

I’m there, he replied, grinning. Just say when and I’ll clear up my schedule.

I’ll look at my calendar and give you a call tomorrow, Damian said.

Michael nodded. Sounds good.

Ridley took a sip of her drink and then asked Damian if he captained the yacht himself or hired someone else to do it.

I have in the past, but not for this trip, he answered. There will be an entire crew on duty.

Understandable, she replied. I’m sure you’d like to relax and enjoy yourself with the guests.

Exactly. Speaking of our trip, have you come up with a menu yet? he asked, eyeing a waiter carrying a tray of mouthwatering steak and lobster.

I cleared my throat. We’re working on it. Do you have any special recommendations or do you know if any of your guests have allergies?

Not that I’m aware of. They’re all full grown men, however. If they’re allergic to something, I’ll leave it to them to avoid whatever it is that might not agree with them, he replied. I guess what I’d like to see is plenty of seafood along with food favorable to guys with big appetites.

Man-food, said Ridley, glancing toward me. In other words... things that go good with beer?

Damian chuckled. Exactly.  Nothing too fancy. You know like... chicken wings, nachos, burgers, pizza, steak, ribs.

Okay, what about breakfast or brunch? asked Ridley, pulling out a pen and small pad of paper from her purse.

Eggs, pancakes... sausage and French toast. Hash browns. Maybe some fruit on the side. Items like that. Again, nothing too fancy, although, I’m not against egg soufflés, crepes, or frittatas, if that’s what you specialize in. Most of these guys are used to eating big, hearty meals.

Noted. By the way, who is the guest of honor? asked Ridley, smiling at him.

Damian smiled back. You’ll find out when you’re on board. I promised him I wouldn’t divulge the information.

He’s famous then? she asked.

Just a little, Damian replied, his eyes glittering.

A baseball player? asked Ridley.

Enough, said Michael. Quit antagonizing him. He looked at Damian. Sorry. My sister can be a real pain in the ass when it comes to secrets. She just has to know everything.

He’s right. It’s an annoying habit. I’m sorry, she said, blushing.

It’s okay, he answered. If I could tell you, I would. I’ll give you a hint, though, he’s been on stage and screen.

Really? said Ridley, glancing at me. How exciting.

Just don’t ask me anything else about the guy. That’s probably more than I should have admitted, said Damian.

Has he been in anything recently? asked Ridley.

Michael and I both groaned.

He said ‘no more questions’ about the guy, reminded Michael firmly.

I know, she replied, as the waiter returned with Damian’s beer. I’m just so excited about next week.

Good, said Damian. So am I. It’s going to be a lot of fun. For all of us.

That’s what I keep telling Mia, said Ridley. She looked at me. See? Nothing to worry about.

Damian, catching that, looked at me. I’m sorry, you have some concerns?

No. Not at all, I said quickly.

She was just a little anxious about the event you’re hosting, admitted Ridley, who obviously didn’t know when to stop talking. You know – a bachelor party.

I gave her a warning look.

Ah. Well, you can be rest assured that there’s nothing for you to worry about, said Damian. My guests will act like gentleman around you and if they don’t, they’ll answer to me.

I’m not worried at all, I said, feeling a little embarrassed. I just– I stopped abruptly. I wasn’t about to tell him about my ex and what had happened.

I understand your concern, he said, after taking a sip of his beer. It’s a bachelor party and they’re known to get out of hand. This one is going to be more of a weekend of vacationing among friends. We’re going to fish, eat, and drink. As far as raising some hell, if we do, I assure you, it’s not going to affect you girls. I will personally make sure of that.

I relaxed. 

Besides... the yacht is large enough that if we start swinging from the chandeliers and acting like fools, you’ll be far from it, he said with a wink.

What’s a bachelor party without a little craziness anyway? added Michael, raising his martini glass. I say we make a toast right now.

We all raised our drinks.

What’s the name of your boat? Michael asked.

Home Run, he replied. Big surprise there, right?

Ridley chuckled. Because that’s what life is all about, right? Going all the way and scoring big?

Exactly, said Damian.

Couldn’t agree more. So... here’s to ‘what happens on the Home Run, stays on the Home Run’, said Michael.

And here’s to Mia making a homerun, on the Home Run, whispered Ridley.

I kicked her foot.

5

Mia

After finishing the glass of wine, my tongue loosened up and I started to actually enjoy myself. I also found Damian’s sense of humor and easygoing manner a relief. From what I could tell, he wasn’t a snob, even though the man was rich enough to buy an island. In fact, he mentioned at one point that he’d been considering doing just that.

That sounds so exciting, said Ridley. Would you live there exclusively or would it be more of a getaway?

A getaway, he answered. For myself. My family. My closest friends.

Ridley laughed and raised her martini glass. Here’s to building long-lasting, close friendships.

Damian smiled and raised his beer. Especially with two gourmet chefs. Like I mentioned before, I’m not much of a cook and always need help in that department, especially if I do end up acquiring some off-shore property. I’d hate to have to stock my freezer with pizza and pot-pies. I do that enough as it is.

You certainly don’t seem the type to indulge in too many frozen meals, I said, thinking out loud.

Maybe not frozen, but when the employees at Chipotle see me walk through the door, they have my order finished before I make it to the counter, he replied. I eat out far too much.

A busy man like you doesn’t have a personal chef making your meals? asked Ridley.

I have a housekeeper who stops in a couple times a week and a fulltime nanny for my son, Jake. Thank goodness she can cook and feeds him most of his meals. As for me, I usually eat on the fly, he answered.

Speaking of your son, do you have a picture of him? I asked.

Damian reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. When he showed us a picture of his son, my heart melted. He was a younger, softer version of Damian, with more dimples.

He’s adorable, I said, handing the photo to Ridley.

He is, said Ridley, looking at it. She handed it back to him. He looks just like you.

That’s what everyone tells me. His eyes gazed lovingly at the photo before he put it back into his wallet.

Why don’t you hire someone to cook for you and Jake fulltime? asked Ridley. Or at the very least, have someone create your meals ahead of time?

She’s right. You could reheat them up in the microwave. That would have to be far better than fast food, said Michael.

I’ve been considering it, especially now that Jake is living with me and I’ve retired, he replied.

Speaking of retirement, said Ridley. How’s that been going for you?

Michael gave her a stern look.

Damian shrugged. To tell you the truth, I’ve been so busy with my personal life that I haven’t had time to really think about it.

I’m sure you have. Anyway, back to what we were talking about, said Michael, giving Ridley a warning look. I know a very good realtor who specializes in island property, so when you’re ready to purchase, let me know. I’ll find his number for you. He has excellent references and is very discreet.

Thanks, replied Damian.

I’d love to buy an island someday, said Ridley, with a dreamy look in her eyes. Maybe even open up a resort of some kind. She looked at me. With our own restaurant.

She’d mentioned it before. I knew it was well out of our reach, however. We’d need millions and could barely stay on top of the bills we had now.

It sounds lovely, although, to be honest, the idea of being at the mercy of an island frightens me a bit, said Michael. What if there’s a hurricane or some other kind of natural disaster?

We’d have a helicopter to whisk us away from the island, she replied.

Hell, let’s just have a weatherman on speed-dial. That way we’ll have advance warning of impending doom, I said with a wry smile.

Damian looked amused. Sounds like you both have it all figured out.

I don’t know about that, she said, staring at her glass. But, I think everyone needs something to strive for. And... why not shoot for the stars, right?  

I admire you for dreaming big. If it wasn’t for dreams, I’d have never played professional baseball. In fact, my grandfather wanted me to go to Harvard so one day I could take over his shipping corporation. To his disappointment, running a business wasn’t my dream. Just his.

I imagine he got over it when you became a successful player, said Ridley.

It’s hard to say. He was a stubborn man, just like his grandson, replied Damian, his lip curling up.

"You? Stubborn? said Michael, feigning disbelief. The hell, you say!"

Damian chuckled.

Let me tell you something, said Michael, looking at me and Ridley. This guy puts the ‘stub’ in stubborn. Or maybe it’s the ‘orn’. I don’t know, but once he sets his mind to something, it’s all over but the crying.

Damian sighed. You just won’t let that go, will you?

"Let what go?" asked Ridley.

Oh, he’s talking about this car I bought last year, at an auction, said Damian.

He didn’t particularly even want the damn thing, but ended up in a bidding war, just so this young punk wouldn’t get his hands on it, said Michael.

What do you mean? asked Ridley.

Have you ever heard of ‘The Junkyard Jackass’? asked Michael.

Ridley snorted. No, I can’t say that I have.

He was the other bidder. Apparently, he has this YouTube channel. It’s very popular, from what he told everyone at the auction, said Damian dryly. Anyway, this asshole records himself destroying expensive collectables, just for the hell of it.

Seriously? I asked, frowning. Why?

For profit on the ads associated with his channel, and I’m sure he gets off on it, too, said Damian. Anyway, we overheard how he wanted this ’57 Porsche Speedster to be his next target. Apparently, he’d been wanting one for a long time, mainly because his old man loves them.

They must be very close, I said dryly.

He snorted. No shit. Talk about dysfunctionality. Anyway, I just couldn’t let him have the car, knowing what he wanted to do with it.

I bet Junkyard was angry, said Ridley.

That’s putting it mildly. He threw a childish tantrum, said Michael, and threatened Damian, right there at the auction. Said he’d ruin him through social media.

Smiling, I shook my head. You must have been trembling in your boots.

Damian chuckled. I’m thinking that if I actually used social media, I’d have gained some new followers, considering what a little douchebag he is.

You don’t have a Twitter or Facebook account? asked Ridley.

No. I understand why some people do it. It’s just not my thing.

We use it for our business, I said. Other than that, I try to stay away from social media and internet as much as possible.

It’s handy in many ways but it’s also poisoning our youth, said Damian. Kids aren’t outside like they used to be. It’s a shame.

I agree, I said. And if they are outside, their faces are glued to their cell phones.

Yeah, he said. It’s pretty ridiculous. 

And guys like Junkyard are making a killing off of it. By the way, what happened after he threatened you at the auction? asked Ridley.

He and his entourage were escorted out by security guards, Michael said. It was quite a scene.

I can only imagine, I said, taking another sip of wine. Well, hopefully you’ll never have to see that little shit again.

I hope not, but if I ever do, I’ll make sure to tell him how much I love my Speedster and thank him for bringing the car to my attention, said Damian.

We all laughed.

6

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Mia

As we were finishing up our meals, Damian asked if we had any other plans for the evening.

My cousin’s band is performing at this nightclub, just a few blocks away from the restaurant. I told her I’d stop by, he explained. I’d love it if you could join me. Kendall is the lead singer and she has an incredible voice.

She does indeed. I heard her sing before, said Michael, setting his fork down. She reminds me a little of Adele.

It sounds like fun. We don’t have any plans, Ridley answered quickly. Do we, Mia?

I was about to protest when I saw the pleading look in her eyes. Uh... sure. Maybe for just one drink.

Wonderful. What about you, Michael? Damian asked.

Michael looked at his watch. I’m game. But just for one drink. I have to be up early in the morning for a meeting.

Sounds great, said Damian. Parking is kind of crazy over there, so why don’t I have my limo drive all four of us to the club? When you’re ready to leave, I’ll have him pick you up in front and drive you back to your cars.

Wonderful, said Ridley. Mia and I haven’t been to a nightclub in ages together. Plus, I’d love to hear your cousin, Kendall, sing.

She’s incredible. By the way, if anyone is worried about drinking and driving, my driver can always drop you off at home instead, and I’ll arrange to have your vehicle delivered in the morning, Damian said.

Thanks, Damian. We’ll definitely keep that in mind. Ridley pulled out her cell phone and stood up. I’m going to call Adam and let him know that it’s probably going to be a late night. I’ll be right back.

I groaned inwardly. Something told me that she was going to force me into staying until close, whether I wanted to or not.

Actually, I think I should probably use the men’s room before we go, said Michael, standing up. I’ll be back.

You might want to go, too. I’m sure the club will be packed and the lines long, said Damian.

I sighed. Although I was intrigued with wanting to hear his cousin sing, nightclubs just weren’t my thing anymore.

Cheer up, said Damian in a low voice, staring at me. You’re going to have a fun time tonight. I guarantee it.

Was I that easy to read?

I laughed nervously. Oh, I’m not worried. Thanks for inviting us; it’s very kind of you.

No problem and to be honest, I wasn’t really looking forward to going alone. I try and stay away from the club scene myself. I’m only doing it because of Kendall.

I hear you. I’m not a big fan either, but... I really am excited to hear your cousin sing.

He smiled. Good. This will also give us some time to get to know each other a little better.

There was something in his stare that made my stomach flutter.

Was he coming on to me?

Dismissing the ludicrous idea, I shrugged. Believe me, there isn’t much to learn about my boring life. Not that I’m unhappy, I said quickly, noticing the sudden disapproval in his eyes. I’m just more of a homebody these days.

He studied my face. That’s unacceptable. You’re a young, beautiful woman. You should be having the time of your life right now.

I am. I mean, I smiled. I suppose it could always be better.

In other words, you’re bored? he said.

I’m... comfortable, I said, not wanting to admit that I wasn’t exactly living the ‘high life’.

Comfortable, huh? My grandfather always said that to live a complete and fulfilling life, you have to be willing to get out of your comfort zone.

I didn’t reply.

He put his hand over mine. I think it’s time for you to take that step. Tonight.

7

Damian

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Mia pulled her hand away quickly, her cheeks turning red.

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you, I said, wondering what in the hell I’d been thinking anyway. Yeah, she was gorgeous and there was no question that I wouldn’t mind fucking her. But, after the mistake with my ex-wife, Marissa, I’d vowed to never mix business and pleasure again. In my early twenties, I’d hired Marissa as my interior decorator, and we’d hit it off right away. Love followed, as did marriage and our son, Jake Unfortunately, she changed dramatically over the next few years. She started partying hard and then there’d been the one-night affairs. I’d even caught her cheating on me with one of my teammates, Pete White. Not only had it ended our marriage permanently, but my future in baseball. The night I confronted Pete, I injured my shoulder, destroying the only thing that really mattered to me, besides my son, my pitching career. Even worse, Pete ended up recovering fully from a couple of broken ribs and recently moved into my old house, with Marissa. My only consolation was that I was able to get full custody of Jake, without a fight, by agreeing to keep Pete’s name out of the media. As much as I hated him, I’d started the fist fight and knew they’d use it against me in court anyway. My lawyer had advised me into agreeing to their demands, along with a healthy divorce settlement for Marissa. She walked away with the house and ten million dollars. In turn, I had my son and she was only allowed monitored visits, at least until I agreed to give her more than that. It was a small price to pay, especially knowing that Jake would never have to walk in and see his mother snorting coke or in bed with the man who’d ruined his father’s career.

It’s okay, she said, still looking flushed. It may sound weird, but I’m just not used to being touched.

I had to bite my tongue from asking if she’d like me to help her get over it.

Enough, I told myself, blaming it on the beer and the fact that I hadn’t had sex for two months.  

Don’t apologize. I should have warned you that I’m a toucher, I lied, feeling the tension in the air. It’s just my way. You should have seen Michael when I grabbed his hand the first time. I chuckled. He looked at me like I was making a move.

Relaxing, she smiled. I bet he almost wished you had been.

Maybe, but he knows I’m into women only.

Just then, Ridley made it back to the table. She sat down, an irritated look on her face.

Did you get ahold of Adam? asked Mia.

Yes. She sighed. He’s actually jealous. Can you believe it? I suppose it’s partly because we’re hanging out with you, she replied, looking at me. He loves baseball.

He can join us if he wants, I replied. The more the merrier and I’d love to meet him.

Oh, he would love that, but his friends are over. They’re playing poker, she answered. He did ask if I could get your autograph.

I laughed. Sure, if he really wants it. It’s probably not worth anything these days.

Nonsense, said Ridley. You’re a legend. You may have retired but you’ve had an impressive career, even I know that. Especially winning the World Series four years ago. That must have been so exciting.

It was, I admitted, thinking back to that time. My life had been perfect. Marissa and I’d been happy. We’d had Jake. Winning the World Series had been icing on the cake.

Ridley looked at Mia. You’re very quiet. I think it’s time to head out and get the party started before you change your mind.

I’m not going to change my mind, she answered softly and then stood up. I should probably use the bathroom before we leave. Mia grabbed her purse. I’ll be back.

Ridley and I watched as she stepped away from the table. I could barely take my eyes off of her long legs. The woman was stunning in every way.

So, said Ridley, turning to look at me. Are you dating anyone right now?

Ridley no longer surprised me. I liked the fact that she was direct and to the point. That depends on what you mean by ‘dating’.

As in ‘seeing anyone seriously’, she replied.

No.

What do you think of Mia?

She’s beautiful. Sexy, I admitted. But...

Not exactly what you’re looking for, she said.

I’m not looking for anything, to be honest.

I somehow knew that you were going to say that. It’s a pity, too, because you’re obviously a good guy.

Good guy? So, I do have most women fooled, I joked.

Apparently, she said, smiling. Anyway, I think I’m a pretty good judge of character and I just thought that you and Mia... Well, you know.

I chuckled. Don’t get me wrong... any man would be lucky to have Mia and I hope she finds herself a good one. I’m just not that guy.

Too soon?

No. I’m long over my divorce, I admitted. The truth is that I’m not looking to settle down and I enjoy being a bachelor. Honestly, I couldn’t offer a woman anything more than a one-night stand.

Right now, I think she’d even benefit from a quick roll in the hay, said Ridley dryly. She needs someone to bring her back.

What do you mean, ‘bring her back’?

Ridley explained that Mia had been fucked over by her ex and how she was still struggling with it.

She’s turned into a hermit and I’m worried about her.

I smiled. She did mention that she was a homebody.

Ridley went on. I don’t know. I guess I shouldn’t be telling you all of this. It’s just that I miss her laughter and that light that used to be in her eyes. I honestly think she’s still in mourning. That bastard doesn’t deserve her attention anymore, Ridley said angrily.

It takes time, I said, now understanding Mia a little better. She and I actually had more in common than I’d thought.

That’s what she keeps saying, but I don’t see her getting any better. She needs some help, said Ridley.

Right, but I don’t know if she’d appreciate you trying to set up a booty call for her, though.

Ridley laughed. What do you mean? That’s what best friends are for.

My friends had pretty much done the same thing for me after Marissa and I split up. Introducing me to supermodels and actresses. For me, it had worked. At least to a point, and shamelessly, I’d used sex to self-medicate during my lowest time. But something told me that Mia needed much more than a one-night stand, which really was the only thing I was capable of.

Honestly, I’d like to help you out but since we’ll be working together, it can’t happen anyway. I’m sure you understand.

Help her out with what? asked Michael, sitting back down.

Nothing, said Ridley, looking innocent.

Uh, oh. If I know my sister, she’s up to something that could get one of us into trouble, he said with a half-smile. I’m sorry for leaving you alone with her.

Ridley gave him a scalding look. Very funny.

I chuckled. She means well and I do appreciate her tenacity, I said, as the waiter walked back toward us with the bill.

Say that now, said Michael. Wait until the trip. You might want to toss her into the ocean. Just make sure you’re deep enough out. She’s a pretty good swimmer.

Noted, I said, winking at Ridley.

Ben set the bill down on the table and I grabbed it before Michael could. He gave me a dirty look.

You can pay next time, I told him.

You said that last time.

Did I? I replied, knowing that I had. I didn’t mind paying. I enjoyed treating my friends.

Can I get you anything else before you leave? the waiter asked.

A muzzle, said Michael. For my sister. Something tells me her tongue is going to be the death of her in the next few days.

Ridley slugged him in the shoulder playfully. You’re so mean to me, she pouted as the waiter walked away, smiling.

Now, now. You know I love you, Ridley. Even with that trouble-making mouth of yours, he answered and then looked at me. I don’t know how you do it. Women are such complicated creatures. Men are no-nonsense and easy-peasy.

He’s definitely no-nonsense, joked Ridley, nodding toward me. Although, I have to admit that I respect you more because of it, Damian Stryker.

Thank you. The feeling is mutual.

She grinned.

Michael rolled his eyes. I don’t even want to know what you’re talking about, do I?

Probably not, I told him.

Mia took that moment to return to the table. Staring at her again, I had to wonder what kind of fool would risk losing such beautiful woman for a one-night stand? Apparently, I would soon find out.

8

Mia

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You’ve got to be kidding me, muttered Ridley, staring over my shoulder as I took my first sip of the cocktail she’d handed me. We were at the club, in the VIP section,