Significance Series - Significance Part 16

"She didn't tell you? I would have been hit by a truck but she pulled me out of the way."

I heard dad grunt and pause.

"So, that's what this is? You feel indebted to her?"

"No, sir. I feel very grateful to her for what she did but that's how we met, that's not why I want to be with her."

"Then why, son?"

"Forgive me if I'm being too bold, sir, but don't you know your own daughter? Don't you know how amazing she is? It can't be that hard to see why I'd be interested."

"I know she's cute-"

"I'm not talking about her looks."

"Look, she's only ever been involved with one guy and it was for...what, three years at least. But it wasn't serious. She's inexperienced about everything. She's too young to be so intense about you, and I see it. She's gonna get all crazy about you and then you'll be gone and who knows what silly notion she'll get then. Follow you to college or whatever but I won't have it. I don't care that she graduated, that doesn't mean-"

I'd had enough of this conversation so I bounded down and interrupted them.

"Hey. Ready?"

"Yeah. Good talking to you sir but I promise you have nothing to worry about with me."

"I hope so, Caleb."

"Bye, dad," I shouted as I pulled Caleb from the kitchen.

"Helmet!" he yelled back as we shut the door.

"I'm sorry about him. He's a psycho or something."

Caleb laughed as he buckled our helmets and I noticed he was wearing a Hawksley Workman t-s.h.i.+rt. I loved them.

"He's just worried about you. It's better than him not worrying about you, right?"

"Debatable. Where are we going?"

"To my house. My dad had to work today so we'll catch him at the home office."

I was thrilled to be going to Caleb's house. He put the jacket on me again and I climbed on behind him as he cranked the bike. I grabbed on tight and held on as he pulled away from my house. I saw dad peeking out the kitchen curtain and wondered why Caleb was going so slow. Then, when we hit the end of the street, I realized why. My dad had been watching.

"Alright, all clear," he said. "Hang on."

He revved it up and sped away as soon as the light turned green. I squealed but this time it was excitement, not fright. He laughed as I squeezed him around the middle.

"I'm glad you like it. I was worried you'd hate it and I'd be forced to drive something else when I'm with you," he said through the headset in the helmet.

"No. I love it. What do you do when it rains?"

"Well, I have a truck, too. I just prefer to drive this."

"Oh." I wondered how he could afford two automobiles when he was only nineteen. "So, I heard you and my dad talking in the kitchen."

"Mmhmm. About Chad?" he said. "Yeah, Kyle actually told me some about him too," he said in a flat tone.

"He did?"

"Yeah. I asked him about you, he said you and this guy had gone out for a long time and that it was pretty intense."

"It wasn't really. I mean, I thought it was at the time but...he was just the only guy I'd ever known, ever been out with. Ya know."

"So, what happened?"

"Kyle didn't tell you?"

"He did but Kyle's a little begrudging on the details."

"Well. Chad has wanted to go to Florida to play football since...forever."

"The Gators," he said incredulously.

"I know, right? Anyway his dad went there and it's what he's always wanted. So I always knew he was leaving as soon as he graduated. He decided the beginning of senior year to end it then and it would be easier that way on both of us."

"Ok," he said dragging out the letters. "So he dumped you senior year after three years of dating because he didn't want to hurt you?"

"Yep. And he did it just days after my mom left so...but he didn't know that she left, it just really sucked for me."

"Hmm. That's some logic he's got there."

"Yeah."

"So, if he hadn't done that you'd still be with him."

It wasn't lost on me that he didn't phrase it as a question. So, I answered truthfully.

"Yeah, more than likely. He was the only thing I knew. We've known each other since we were babies. He was my friend."

He nodded.

"I'd hate to think what would have happened if we'd imprinted while you were still dating him."

"We wouldn't have imprinted," I mused. "I would have been with him instead of waiting for Kyle. Which means, you wouldn't be here. I wouldn't have pulled you back."

He nodded again and then spoke slowly.

"Well, don't take this the wrong way and I know it sucked for you this year but...I'm glad you aren't still with him. And I'm glad you were at that red light."

I squeezed his chest.

"Me too. It was worth it."

I felt a rush of hazy warmth from his mind at my words. He drove silently the rest of the way and safely but fast, I enjoyed it all the way.

We reached a long street and he began to slow. I saw the houses we were pa.s.sing and wondered if he was turning down another street. Those houses were insane. They all had gates our front, like the people who lived there were important. I started getting a bit anxious. I mean Kyle's house was really nice but it was nothing compared to these.

"Don't freak out." He chuckled reading my thoughts. "We share our house with family a lot of the time, plus Jen and Maria still live here. So we have to have a big place to have room for everyone but we're not sn.o.bs. Promise."

"I know. It's just a little overwhelming compared to what I've seen before."

He pulled up to a big black double gate with a J in silver on each one and a half circle centered in the filigree work along the top of the gate and fence. Just like his tattoo on the inside of his wrist. He pressed a red b.u.t.ton on the voice box.

"Yes? State your business here," a pompous British voice answered.

"It's me, Randolph. Cut the British c.r.a.p."

"Oh. It's you, Caleb," a now normal American voice said. "I was trying it out. No good?"

"Nah," Caleb laughed. "I'd stick with the Aussie if I were you."

"Oh, well. Come on in, your father's in his study."

"Thanks."

"What was that?" I asked.

"Our butlersecuritymaintenance man, Randolph. He's a guy we keep around to handle all the house stuff since we're always in and out. Plus, he's a hoot."

"You have a butler?" I asked incredulously.

"A butler as in one. And he's a jack of all trades. We don't have maids or chefs or groundskeepers, we do all that ourselves. We just need someone here all the time for safety reasons. Plus, he really needed a job at the time so my dad helped him," he explained. "And you're already on the list to come and go when you want, just in case you're ever in the neighborhood."

"I'll keep that in mind," I said with a smile.

Eleven.

We parked in a huge garage and along side six other vehicles. Six. I saw his truck that he referred to earlier. It was a black Dodge Ram extended cab. The rest of the cars were expensive and had model names that were letters and numbers and I had no idea what they were. But they looked nice.

He got off first this time and lifted me from the bike. He set me down in front of him and took off my helmet.

"I'll have to keep a steady supply of rubber bands here if we keep this up," I mused as I tried to tame my hair.

He laughed softly.

"Well, you can keep anything here you want. I told you, you're welcome anytime. In fact, I'm not trying to scare you, but we have a spare bedroom with your name on it."

"What?"

"We have a couple extra rooms with beds. Nothing special but anytime you want to crash here your welcome too. My parents insisted I tell you that."

"Oh. Ok. Thanks."

"I mean it. I mean, we still have a lot of things to talk about but, one of them needs to be what you're going to do when I go back to school, when I come home and to my apartment. I can't live at Kyle's forever."

I nodded and unzipped the jacket, putting it under the seat.

"Yeah I know."

And I did, I just had no idea what to do about it.

"Ok. Let's go see dad." He took my hand and we walked towards the door. "You really are taking everything well, you know. I knew you would but I was still a little worried."

"Do you want me to run for the door screaming? Because I can do that if you want?"

He laughed loudly, his dimple winking, and grabbed me around my stomach.

"No. I don't want that."

"Just checking."

"You really are kinda perfect," he mused quietly.

Oh, I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him badly. I didn't know why he hadn't yet but I knew he wanted to from that little flash from his mind. So why was he stalling?

His expression told me he read my mind but as he opened his mouth to say something we heard a voice over the intercom.

"Caleb? Is that Maggie? What are you doing here? Is something wrong?" Peter said frantically in his deep timber voice.

"Of course it's Maggie, dad. Who else would I be about to kiss in the garage?" he called out.

I bit my lip to keep the smile from breaking but kept my composure at his admission. About to kiss!

"Well, bring her in!"

"Ok. I am!" He looked at me and smiled. "I think he likes you."