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  MY NEVER

  (a novella)

  Renée Swann

  Volume One of the

  MY NEVER series

  MY NEVER

  First Digital Edition, 2013

  Copyright © 2013 by Renée Shearer

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Artwork: Strawberry Moods/Shutterstock.com

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  For Troy, because you believed in me.

  August, 2010

  Troy,

  I dreamt I was with you last night. We were skipping pebbles across the river, holding hands. You turned to me and, for the first time, said you loved me. I will always remember your laugh, your smile. They are imprinted in my brain and forever on my mind. You will always be a part of my life. But I don’t know if you will ever see me again. It hurts too much think of what could have been.

  Love always, Mon.

  May, 2013

  1

  MY NEVER

  My life is over. I’m turning thirty. And as if that isn’t enough, I had a major fight with my best friend of twenty years. Katie should’ve known better, and I hate myself right now for feeling this way.

  When I was twenty, I had my life all mapped out. I was going to open my own book publishing business and get married and have kids. I never thought I’d end up single, friendless and an editorial assistant.

  This week was supposed to be fun. Kate and I planned to fly to Cairns for a joint birthday celebration - but I guess that’s cancelled now. Maybe I’ll go by myself and meet a hot guy who I’ll have a fling with. A girl can dream.

  My thoughts circled to my one true love - Troy. We were high school sweethearts and never would have broken up if we hadn’t gone to different colleges, on opposite sides of the country. I remembered him as if it was yesterday. And I missed him. He’s my never - the person who I should have ended up with, the one who shakes your soul, but timing was never right.

  With endless possibilities for my solo vacation, I packed my bags and was on the next available flight to Cairns.

  I stowed my carry-on in the overhead compartment and settled into my seat. Cairns, here I come! I thought. Two weeks of sun, sand and Kerouac. I tugged The Town and the City from my handbag and flicked to the marked page.

  My mother was the first person I called when I landed.

  “Monique,” she said, “How was your flight?”

  “It’s was okay,” I said, “Couldn’t wait to have my feet on solid ground again.”

  “This thing with you and Kate, it’s silly. Are you willing to let a little lie get between the two of you?”

  My face crumpled at the thought of the friendship being over. “I don’t know, Ma. And it was a pretty big lie.”

  “So what? It’s silly!”

  My finger punched the end call button. Now I needed a drink. Everyone I’d confided in thought I was being childish, irrational - but I can’t stand liars.

  I stalked over to retrieve my luggage then located the airport bar and hauled myself onto a stool.

  The bartender floated over. “What can I get’cha?”

  “Whiskey,” I grumbled.

  He appraised me then arched an eyebrow.

  “What?” I said, “Girls can’t drink hard liquor?”

  He poured me a shot, lips stretching into a lop-sided grin.

  “Thanks.” I flicked a stray peanut off the counter. Now that I was here, I just wanted to relax and forget about my crappy life for two weeks, if that was possible.

  A man in his sixties occupied the adjacent stool. He eyed me then removed his black fedora. “You look like you’ve been put through the wringer.”

  I nodded. “Feels like it.”

  “Been there myself,” he said, “Can I buy you a drink?”

  “Sure.”

  He caught the bartender’s attention. “Another, for the lady, and a gin and tonic for me.” He swivelled. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?”

  I sniffled. “I’m on holidays. I was supposed to be travelling with a friend but-”

  “You had a fight?”

  “Yeah.” I gnawed on my lip.

  “Cheer up, Love. Nothing’s ever as bad as it seems.”

  I hoped not. But right now, it felt pretty awful.

  I pushed through the glass doors of the resort, towing my suitcase behind me, and stepped up to the reception desk.

  “Can I help you?” said the receptionist, Kaley, with a saccharine smile in place.

  “I have a reservation under Cullen,” I said.

  Her fingers clicked on the computer’s keyboard. She stared at the screen for a beat then said, “Oh, you’re already checked in.” She slid a key card across the counter.

  Huh? How was it possible that I had already checked in? Unless ...

  I rushed to the elevator and punched the up button until the doors opened. I jumped in then rode it to the fifth floor. As I entered room 512, a flash of blue caught my attention. A slender blonde traipsed into the living area.

  I dropped my suitcase and stalked over to her, my features hardening. “What’re you doing here?”

  Kate’s eyes drifted to me. “Celebrating my thirtieth. Didn’t think you’d come.” She ripped open a chocolate wrapper and took a bite.

  I sighed, squeezing my eyes shut. I couldn’t bear to spend two weeks with her, let alone another moment. “Why must you ruin everything for me?”

  “You’re doing this to yourself, Mon. I only said that I’ll consider us moving in together because I didn’t think you’d stay long.”

  Anger boiled inside me. “You think I can’t commit to something?” I wanted to reach out and wipe that smug grin off her far-too-innocent face.

  “I never said that. You’re twisting my words again.”

  I snatched the handle of my suitcase, shaking my head.

  “What?” she said.

  “You can take your house and sh-”

  Her phone rang. She put it to her ear. “Hello?”

  My teeth gnashed. Katie had always been the same self-absorbed girl since she was young. She will never change. Why bother continuing with the friendship?

  I rode the elevator back down to the lobby then marched over to the reception desk. “Can I get another room?”

  “Sorry, all booked,” said Kaley.

  Absolutely perfect.

  I trudged outside. The sun was setting and I was starving. I didn’t know where to go. I was three thousand, four hundred and forty-four kilometres from home.

  As I lumbered down the street, the scent of cheese and beef invaded my nose. My eyes searched for the source - a pizzeria, half a block away. I ordered a pepperoni pizza and a beer then slid into the booth by the door.

  Where was I going to sleep tonight? I didn’t know.

  A few minutes later, my greasy dinner arrived. I nibbled at a slice as I people-watched out of the window. I felt a hand on my shoulder and swivelled.

  “Well, well! What’s Moni Cullen doing in the Sunshine State?”

  I gazed up at the handsome man with sparkling blue eyes. “Troy?” I must be hallucinating.

  “In the flesh.” He sat opposite me. “So. What brings you here? Last time we spoke, you were pretty much in love with your perfect book publishing career in Perth.”

  I shrugged, dropping my eyes to the table. “I’m here
celebrating my birthday.” I drew invisible patterns on the laminate.

  His eyes assessed me. “Well, you look happy,” he teased.

  I picked off a chunk of pepperoni and dropped it into my mouth.

  He arched an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

  I always was an open book to him. “Everything.”

  “It can’t be that bad, surely.”

  I met his eyes. “It’s Kate.”

  “You want me to go kick her?” he said.

  I managed a laugh then filled him in.

  “Hmm, now I really wanna kick her.” He smirked. “So, what’re you gonna do?”

  I picked up another slice. “That bitch has the hotel room. I’ve got nowhere to sleep tonight.”

  He thought for a beat. “I have a house on the next block. You can stay with me.”

  I nodded. “Okay.” At least I wouldn’t be sleeping on the street. “Have you eaten?”

  He shook his head. “No, I’d just walked in when I saw you.”

  Lucky me. My lips pulled into a tense smile.

  “So how’ve you been - besides this thing with the-girl-who-shall-not-be-named?” said Troy.

  I let him snitch a slice. “Not bad, I suppose.” If not living my dreams counts as that. “Okay, my life is crap. Thought I would have my own publishing business by now and be married and-” I paused. “I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

  “Just a little. I think it’s cute.” He took a swig of my beer. “I’ve always liked that about you. But I bet some lucky guy has you on his mind.”

  “Not that I know of. What about you?”

  “Nah, who would want me?”

  I do.

  Sitting here with him reminded me how awesome Troy was. How sweet he could be.

  “Guess we’re both unlucky in love.” He signalled the waitress for a beer.

  “Yeah.” What was the chance of us getting back together? I figured I had a better shot with Matt Damon.

  He held up the last slice. “You want it?”

  I shook my head. “Go for it.”

  He ripped off a chunk with his teeth. “How’s your mum? You guys getting along yet?”

  “Nope. Right now, she thinks I’m being silly, making impromptu decisions because of Kate,” I said, “My solo vacation, for example.”

  “Are you?”

  “I don’t think so. I found you, didn’t I?”

  His lips stretched into grin. “Yeah, you did.”

  I missed that smile. I wanted to reach over and kiss it. But I couldn’t move. Why? Fear that the relationship wouldn’t work again? Or that it would?

  Troy finished his beer. “I could go for some ice cream, how about you?”

  “Sure, yeah.” I was going home with him anyway, so I may as well try to enjoy what’s left of this crappy night.

  Troy paid then hijacked my suitcase. We walked out into the balmy air.

  “So,” I said, “How long have you lived in Cairns?”

  “A couple years.”

  “Do you like it?”

  “Yeah, I do.” He stowed my luggage in his car then draped an arm over my shoulders. “I remember,” he said as we ambled down the street, “Your favourite used to be mint-choc-chip.” He smiled down at me.

  “It still is.”

  “Good to hear. I won’t be spending an hour waiting while you try to make up your mind.” He smirked again.

  I elbowed him. “Be nice.”

  “Oh c’mon. I know you better than anyone.” He winked. “Triple scoop with caramel sauce and sprinkles, right?”

  He knew me too well.

  * * *

  I awoke to the scent of bacon and eggs. I threw back the covers and padded into the kitchen.

  Troy’s head swivelled at my approach. “Hey, Mon.” He shot me a smile. “Sleep well?”

  “Somewhat,” I said.

  He slid a plate of pancakes, bacon and eggs towards me.

  “Thanks.” I chose a barstool.

  “Figured I’d better feed my house guest.”

  “Hm, about that - I’m going to try and find another hotel today.”

  His face dropped. “Mon, you’re welcome to stay as long as you need.”

  “I don’t want to impose.”

  “You’re not.” He sat next to me. “So, what’re you thinking of doing today?”

  I shrugged. Sightseeing and celebrating my birthday no longer sounded appealing.

  “Well, I’ll see to it that you have a good time,” he said, “That’s my mission.”

  “You’re a great guy.”

  “So I’ve been told. Usually tailed by it’s not you, it’s me.”

  “Been dumped a lot?”

  He shrugged a shoulder. “The only one that stung was yours.”

  I cut a triangle of pancake. “Hm.” I hated hurting him.

  “It’s all good now.” He slid a mug across the counter.

  “I saw an article about your book a while back - it said you were the new up-and-comer.”

  “That was last year. My publisher dropped me a couple months ago.”

  My eyebrows shot up. “Really? I thought it was good.”

  He faltered. “You read my book?”

  I nodded. “I heard it was dedicated to me.”

  He met my eyes. “The only woman I ever loved.” His phone vibrated on the table. “It’s Patrick. Excuse me for a sec.”

  “Tell your brother I said hi.”

  Five minutes later, Troy returned. “I’ve gotta go out for a bit.” He fished his keys from the bowl by the phone. “You need me to drop you somewhere?”

  “No. I’m good,” I said, following him into the hallway.

  He cupped my cheek. “Do me a favour?”

  “Yep?”

  “Live a little. And don’t worry about this thing with Kate so much. It’ll all work out.” He touched his lips to my temple.

  “I’ll try,” I said, “Can’t guarantee I will.”

  He stole a final glace at me then closed the door behind himself. For a beat, I stood in the silence of the house.

  I missed him already.

  Two hours later, I heard the front door click shut. Troy wandered in. “Hey.” He sat next to me on the couch.

  I cut my eyes to him. He smelt like cigarette smoke. “Where have you been?”

  “Pat needed a ride. He was at this dingy little pub and had drunk too much.” His hand moved to rest on my arm. “How was your day? Did you go somewhere?”

  “Nah. Was a total couch potato.”

  “We gotta get you out and about, Mon. Can’t stay inside forever.” He draped an arm over my shoulders.

  “Don’t want to go out – might run into her.” I slid closer and felt his lips press to my hair.

  “Hm. It’s a big city.”

  “Not a chance I want to take today.”

  His fingers brushed up my arm. “I missed you, Mon.”

  “Same here.” I shifted my eyes from the TV to his.

  “I mean, I really missed you.”

  “You could have called,” I said.

  “True.” His lips skimmed over my cheek. “Same goes for you.”

  After a moment, I touched my lips to his. I felt him respond, curling his fingers into my hair. It felt too right, too comforting - like coming home.

  I pulled back. “Sorry. That was totally out of line.”

  “Shh.” His hands cupped my face as he lowered his head to kiss me. “This time, I’m not letting you go.”

  * * *

  A movement tore me from my dreams. My eyes flashed open. A young girl with long brown hair and Troy’s blue eyes stared at me, her nose pressed to mine.

  “Wha?” I pulled myself up, my eyes tracking her movements.

  “Rubes, Ruby?” whispered Troy from the hallway. He peered into my bedroom. “You shouldn’t be in h-” He froze.

  I arched an eyebrow at him. Was this his daughter?

  “Hello,” said Ruby, her hand reaching up to stroke my hair.

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sp; “Sorry, Mon,” he said, “C’mere little monkey.” He bundled her in his arms.

  “Is she ...?” My heart pounded.

  His eyes pleaded. “We’ll talk when I get back from dropping Ruby at school.”

  “Okay.” A kaleidoscope of thoughts flooded my brain. Was he married? Divorced? Why didn’t he tell me he had a child? I sunk back into the pillows. What have I gotten myself into?

  It seemed an hour had passed. But it had only been a fraction of that. I chewed on my thumbnail as I waited for his return. I struggled to keep my thoughts straight. Would I mind if he’d had a kid? Why hadn’t he mentioned her before?

  I heard gravel crunch in the driveway, then the front door opened.

  He found me in the kitchen. “Mon,” he said, “Have a seat.”

  I realised I’d been standing in the same spot since he left, a bowl of mushy cereal in front of me. I moved to a barstool. “Ruby’s your daughter, isn’t she?”

  He sighed and dropped his eyes to the floor. “Yes.”

  I narrowed my eyes as I recalled him kissing me. “Are you married?”

  “No. Lauren - Ruby’s mother - was a runaway bride.” His brow creased. “She decided she wanted to raise Rubes by herself - guess I wasn’t good enough for her.”

  I reached for his hand.

  He let me take it and tugged me closer. “I’ll understand if you wanna find a hotel.”

  I shook my head. “You can’t scare me away now.”

  He returned my smile. “You want coffee?”

  “Always,” I said, “Can I ask you something?”

  He stood. “Anything.”

  “Do you like being a father?”

  “I love it - she’s my world.” His smile widened.

  “Can I ask another?”

  He nodded.

  “If we hadn’t gone to colleges on opposite sides of the country, would we have stayed together?”

  His brow furrowed again. “I think so, yes.”

  My forefinger traced invisible patterns on the wood grain Formica. I’d known the answer, but it was comforting to hear it from him. “One more. Why didn’t you tell me?”