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Chapter 8B
Meanwhile, at Orison's, New York
There's nothing like a couple of drinks to loosen one up and get rid of one's sorrow, and that's exactly what William and Amber were doing. They drank and they talked. It was as if they were old friends, and not like they'd just met.
"William..." said Amber. "I recall hearing that you were married..."
A very drunk William replied, "I am, I mean...uh...I was...I'm divorced..."
"Oh," she said. "Sorry 'bout that."
"No problem," he said, unsteadily, motioning the bartender to fill up his glass. "It was all my fault, you know..."
"Really?" she said, with some interest. Normally, Amber wasn't a very inquisitive person, but in this case, she was very interested in William's history. The fact that, she too, was drunk, must have contributed to that. "But what did you do?"
"I was a jerk," he slurred. "A big, offensive jerk...and I drove her away..."
"No, you're not a jerk," Amber complimented him.
"No, but I was," William claimed. "I urged her to marry me when we were still in college, and then...and then...I left her..."
"You left her?" repeated Amber, with her eyes open wide.
"No, no, I didn't leave her," William said, hurriedly. "I mean I did leave her...uh...alone...all by herself...while I was away. But I didn't mean to...I was just trying to do my job..."
"I believe you," said Amber, sweetly.
"No, but it was worse...we fought...I missed her birthday," William was in a pitiable state by now, almost incapable of coherent speech. "And then, she caught me in bed...with...Caroline..."
"You were sleeping with another woman?!" exclaimed Amber. She wasn't drunk enough to miss that.
"NO, no...at least I didn't mean to," said William. "I don't know...I don't remember what happened that day...I remember I was at the bar, drinking...then the next thing...poof...I was in my hotel room, and Caroline...she, she was beside me...and then, Lizzy walked in...then it was all over..."
William hung his head, hiding his unseemly tears. Amber stroked the back of his head, saying, "Oh, William...it's okay."
He raised his head in surprise, "Lizzy!!! You're back! Oh, Lizzy!" He proceeded to bring his mouth to hers, and kiss her very deeply and passionately.
When, the kiss finally ended, Amber started to say, "But I'm not.."
William cut in, "Oh! You're not my Lizzy...you can't be...Lizzy isn't blonde...unless..."
Amber affirmed, "No, William, I'm not Lizzy." Though I can't say I detested the fact that you mistook me for her. The kiss had had no little effect on Amber.
William almost cried, "Oh...I don't know where she is...she's gone...oh, Lizzy! Come back...please...Lizzy!!!" William was extremely drunk by now. And then, he passed out.
The next morning; 6 am, Iowa
Lizzy was a morning person. She was usually up with the sunshine and it was no different today. She had so many things on her mind that she decided that a little morning exercise would do no harm. She got dressed, checked up on Jane, who was still asleep and dreaming, and left for her habitual 2 mile morning jog.
The air was cool and crisp and the birds were awake. Things always seemed much brighter to Liz in the morning. She thought about her talk with Jane the day before. Maybe it had not been such a bad idea, after all. There was one person on the planter who knew what she'd been through. She knew that she could rely on Jane to keep it secret, and she also knew that she could talk more when she wished. That's why, she loved her sister.
Liz thought back on what Jane had said about Ben. Maybe she was right. It wasn't his fault that he resembled William, so why punish him for that? It was a valid question and Liz knew she'd have to come to a decision about that. But reluctant to do so immediately, Liz turned on her CD man radio and listened to some music.
I thought I saw a man brought to life,
He was warm, he came around,
Like he was dignified,
He showed me what it was to cry...
Well, you couldn't be that man I adored.
You don't seem to know,
Seem to care, what your heart is for,
But I don't know him anymore,
There's nothing where he used to lie,
My conversation has run dry,
That's what's going on. Nothing's fine I'm torn...
Cool, thought Liz as she jogged. I like this song. But it's too depressing for so early in the morning. Oh well...
I'm all out of faith,
This is how I feel,
I'm cold and I am shamed,
Lying naked on the floor,
Illusion never changed,
Into something real,
I'm wide awake and
I can see the perfect sky is torn,
You're a little late, I'm already torn.
This reminded her a little of her situation with William and Ben. She smiled. It was so ironic.
So I guess the fortune teller's right,
I should have seen just what was there
And not some holy light,
But you crawled beneath my veins and now,
I don't care, I have no luck,
I don't miss it all that much,
There's just so many things,
That I can't touch I'm torn.
Liz hummed the tune with Natalie, trying to make sense of her own life, all the while enjoying the song.
There's nothing where he used to lie,
My inspiration has run dry,
That's what's going on ... nothing's right I'm tornI'm all out of faith,
This is how I feel,
I'm cold and I'm ashamed,
Lying naked on the floor,
Illusion never changed,
Into something real,
I'm wide awake and
I can see the perfect sky is tornI'm all out of faith,
This is how I feel,
I'm cold and I'm ashamed,
Bound and broken on the floor,
You're a little late, I'm already torn,Torn.*
The song ended and Liz was no closer to coming to a decision at the end as she was at the beginning. She sighed and turned off her CD man. She had jogged quite a way away from the main house. it was not even in sight anymore. Suddenly, she saw a figure jogging towards her from the opposite direction. Who it was, proved indiscernible due to the distance, but at length Liz found out. It was Ben.
"Hey!" he greeted her. "Good morning!"
"Good morning," she returned, in a tolerably cheerful tone.
"I didn't think anybody would be up at this hour," he smiled cheerfully. "But it was so pretty that I just had to come out!"
"Yeah," replied Liz. "Me too."
"Mind if I join you," asked Ben. "It gets rather lonely jogging by yourself, after a while. I mean, there's not a soul in sight!"
Liz was a little hesitant, but she said, "Okay...fine."
"Cool," he said, as they jogged on for sometime with minimal conversation. Only Ben talked now and again, commenting on the birds or the trees or lack thereof.
Suddenly, he addressed Liz with, "Liz?"
"Yes?"
"Can I ask you something?"
Now what?! "Sure..." she said aloud.
"Why do you hate me?" Ben didn't believe in beating around the bush.
"Excuse me?" she was surprised.
"I want to know why you hate me," repeated Ben. "Don't worry, I won't be hurt. Just be honest. What is it? Was it something I said? Or did? What? It's kept me awake whole night and I still can't figure it out...please?"
Liz stopped jogging and looked at him steadily, "Hate is always a strong word in my dictionary, but you might say that I've been avoiding you..."
"Don't I know that!" Ben commented wryly.
"I could tell you a number of things," she continued, ignoring him. "But I'd go with...the truth?"
"The truth."
"Okay," she said, pausing to think. "You resemble, very closely, someone I knew, someone who I was very close to, someone I want to forget."
"That's all?" asked Ben.
"That's all."
"And here I was thinking I grossly violated your sense of decorum or something!" joked Ben. Turning serious, "But this is a relief. At least I know that I wasn't being a jerk or anything."
"No, you weren't," said Liz. Adding with a sly gleam in her eyes, "Though it kills me to say it..."
"I'm hurt!" he said, with mock seriousness.
Liz laughed. Ben smiled. This is better, he thought, way better.
"But Liz..." he said. "Can you ever try to forget that...or will you always hold it against me?"
Liz looked into his dark eyes, for a moment thinking it was William standing before her. But shaking herself, she said, "No, Ben, I won't. I'm sorry. I've been behaving really badly towards you and it wasn't your fault. Forgive me?" There, she thought, Jane will be very proud of me.
"Of course!" he said, enthusiastically. "Would I ever say no to such a lovely lady?!"
Liz blushed at the compliment, "From what I've seen so far, no!"
Ben laughed. They turned to walk back to the house. Liz said, "Tell me...do you always charm everyone around you?"
"Ah, madam!" he said in his best French accent, bowing slightly. "What a question to ask?!"
Liz was highly amused, "What if a lady refuses to be charmed?"
Ben smiled, "Ah, but madam, I have yet to meet with such a lady!"
"Isn't that rather vain of you?" said Liz, with some earnestness.
"You have figured me out!" Ben said. "But it is true! We Frenchmen are proud of our charm and finesse."
"Is that so?" said Liz, repressing a giggle. "Most of the Frenchmen I met were rather dull."
"Not this Frenchman, madam," Ben said, with mock contempt. "I made you laugh, didn I not?"
"That you did," Liz agreed.
"Then may I kiss your hand?" he said, with a bow.
Liz giggled. "Oh my! He's chivalrous too!" But she gave him her hand, which he kissed tenderly.
"Merci, madam!" Ben grinned. (Thank you.)
"Je vous en prie," replied Liz with a perfect French accent. (You are welcome.)
They were almost at the door of the house.
"Breakfast?" asked Liz.
Ben nodded and held the door for her, "After you, madam."
Liz smiled and went in thinking that maybe she had misjudged Ben. He wasn't that bad after all.
Chapter 9
New York
William stirred. The sun was shining through the curtains...it was morning. He looked at the watch -- 7:30. He rubbed his head. It hurt like hell. He felt as if he'd dropped a ton of bricks on it. Figures, he thought. 5 hours worth of stupid, senseless drinking will do that to a man. He attempted to get up and get some coffee, but fell back on the bed. Hangovers were always especially bad for him.
He tried to remember how he'd got back home, but couldn't. He racked his brains, painful as it was, but still couldn't remember. He knew that he was in quite a state last night and there was no way he could have made his way to his apartment alone. And yet, here he was safe and sound, except for that splitting headache and the overwhelming desire to vomit.
Suddenly the phone rang. William got up, successfully, this time. "Hello?" he said, groggily.
"Oh, William...you're up! I was just checking on you!" said a cheerful, bright voice.
"Sorry," said William, trying to place the voice. "Do I know you?"
"William! It's me! Amber!" cried Amber. "Don't you remember? We met at Orison's yesterday!"
A light went on in William's brain, "Oh gosh! I'm so sorry, Amber...just hung-over and all that."
"I can imagine that," said Amber. "You don't drink often, do you?"
"No," said William.
"I could tell," said Amber. "And yet you drank so much yesterday. Not smart, huh?"
"Yeah, I know," said William, sheepishly. A thought struck him, "Hey! How'd you get my number?"
Amber laughed, "Ever heard of a...directory?"
William smiled, "Right, a directory." He paused, "Do you know how I got home? I can't seem to recall."
Amber gave a short laugh, "Oh that! I called you a cab after obtaining your address with no inconsiderable pain, mind you."
"Shish...was I that drunk?" asked William.
"Yep!'
"Thanks, Amber," said William. "You don't know how grateful I am."
"You're welcome," said Amber. "Just don't go out for such a night on town, again!"
William laughed, "No, I won't." He paused, remembering the events of the previous night. He couldn't recall a thing, except...Oh god! "Amber...?"
"Yes?"
"Can I ask you something about last night?"
"Sure."
"Was I...um...did I...that is to say...did I do anything...wrong?" William was uncomfortable.
"Wrong...?" Amber said. "Not that I recall...except that you were drunk."
Thank god! William said, "You see, I don't handle drinks that well and can never seem to remember much afterwards. It happened once before and...cost me dearly, very dearly."
"I know," said Amber.
I told her?? I must have been really be drunk. "Well...I have to go to work..."
"Me too!" said Amber. "Maybe I'll call you tonight."
"Sure," said William. "Oh...actually tonight's no good...I'm having dinner with a friend. But I'll call you. what's your number?" She gave it to him, "Ok, thanks. Bye!"
"Bye, William," said Amber, and they both hung up.
William rubbed his head thoughtfully as he reflected on his conversation with Amber. He liked her. She was a good friend. And that's what he needed right now. A good friend. He got up to dress and face the day. Another battle. His eyes fell on an old graduation picture of him and Lizzy smiling happily at the camera. He looked away. That picture just made him sad. He went to the shower to cool off...and take his thoughts off of someone...someone very dear and far away.
Meanwhile, in Bennett Farm, Iowa.
Liz was making fresh pancakes for breakfast, while Ben was brewing some coffee. Apparently, they were the only ones up.
"Want some eggs, too?" asked Liz.
"Sure," said Ben. "But I'll make it." Seeing her frown slightly, he added, "Don't worry...I won't poison you."
Liz smiled, "No, it wasn't that. Go ahead. But if I don't like them, then...?"
Ben replied with a gleam, "Oh, but I'll make sure you like them! Scrambled?"
Liz nodded, and they both got to work. Liz started humming a tune to herself. Ben was aware of every move she made, in spite of the fact that he had his back to her. He could feel her presence and smell her fragrance. Ben shook his head. Liz was messing with his head, and he knew that he was falling for it...bad.
Just then, they heard footsteps. Jane and Kate appeared.
"Good morning! You guys are up early!" commented Jane, taking a seat.
"Yeah, well, you know me," said Liz, smiling at her sisters. "Want some pancakes?"
"Sure," said Kate. "Why not? You're the best cook I know!"
Ben said, smilingly, "You might change your mind on that one. Wait till you taste my eggs!"
"You are so vain. It makes me sick!" Liz teased him.
"Oh yeah?!" he laughed back. "Then let's see whose food tastes better?"
Liz laughed, "Okay...you're on. But if I beat you bad, it's not my problem."
"Talk about vain. Ha!" Ben muttered under his breath.
"Hey! I heard that!" Liz cried, putting some pancake mix on his nose.
Ben retaliated by pulling off her scrunchy, letting her black, curly hair go wild. He had been wanting to do that for a long time, and now he finally got the chance. There!
"Okay, okay, truce," said Liz, hastily. Her hair got in her way. "Give it back!"
Ben gave it back to her. "Okay...let's hit it!"
And they both got to work. Jane and Kate just exchanged glances, each with a completely different thought in their mind. While Jane was pleased to see the drastically improved relations between Lizzy and Ben, Kate could not help but wonder why every time, Liz got the guy, her guy.
Chapter 10
Bennett Farm, Iowa
As the smell of homemade breakfast spread through the house, all the residents arose to join the group in the kitchen. Lizzy, always the highly-praised cook, was duly commended, and Ben's scrambled eggs were undoubtedly a huge success. It was very much a family gathering with little ceremony and no formalities. Easy conversation and light banter made the atmosphere, friendly and familiar. Everyone felt at home.
Plans were being made for the day.
"I really want to go to the stables today!" said Liz.
"I didn't know you rode horses," commented Ben with a smile.
"There are many things about me you don't know," returned Liz before addressing her dad with. "Dad, is Sugar still at the stables."
Jim Bennett nodded slightly over his coffee, "Yes, I think so. The last time I went, she was there, but it has been a while. But it's a great idea Liz...go and have fun!"
Liz was very excited. Riding was one of the pleasures that she really missed in New York. The wide open spaces, the country air...ah...that was the way to do it. Liz, Kate, Jane, and Ben decided to go riding and Liz assumed that Charlotte would go, too since her passion for horses equaled if not exceeded Liz's. Trey and Mary would go off to have a quiet day to themselves, and since the Gardiners were due to arrive later in the day, Mr. and Mrs. Bennett would be busy with their preparations.
After breakfast was cleared up, Liz said, "Well...since the stables don't open till about an hour and a half, I suggest we meet down here in a bit."
They all agreed that it sounded like a good plan and dispersed.
As Liz ascended the stairs, Ben came up behind her and whispered in her ears, "I won!"
Liz spun around, "Won what?!"
"The unofficial contest!" Ben said. "My eggs won far more compliments than your pancakes."
Liz laughed, "Jeez! Now we know which one of us is more mature!"
"No," smiled Ben. "Now we know which one of us is the better cook!"
Liz shook her head, "I give up. You are incorrigible!"
"Absolutely!" Ben bowed. "And am, as always, at your service." Observing Liz's giggling, he added, "Now, race you to your room!" And he began to run. Liz followed close behind, saying, "Hey! No fair!"
The changed relations between Liz and Ben did not go unnoticed by anyone, especially Mrs. Bennett, who mentally calculated the time before they'd get married. She was very ecstatic and expressed her hopes to Mr. Bennett, "Ah...looks like Ben and Lizzy hit it off! I'm so glad. Now poor Lizzy can mend her broken heart. And he's such a dear, too. I knew god would be good to us!"
Mr. Bennett, though pretending not to hear his wife, was actually listening quite intently. He, too, had observed Ben and Liz this morning and was concerned about Liz. Though he was far from expecting their matrimony at this point, like some others, he was worried that, due to the circumstances, Liz might rush into something that she'd regret later. Liz had always been very precipitate.
He shook away his thoughts to find Fran still talking about Liz and Ben. He sighed, "Fran...give it a break, okay? Ben is a good guy, but I'm not sure he wants to marry our daughter yet."
"Sure, he does!" said Mrs. Bennett emphatically. "Didn't you see the way he kept looking at her when he thought no one was watching." Seeing Mr. Bennett's skeptic look, she added, "Oh, it's a woman thing! You'd never notice. But trust me, that boy is head over heals in love with Lizzy...now all she has to do is love him back!"
Mr. Bennett shook his head in despair. Knowing that he'd get no peace, he got up, "If anyone wants me, I'll be in the library."
30 minutes later, in the library
There was a soft knock on the door, indicating that it could not be Mrs. Bennett for she always barged in.
"Yes? Come in," said Mr. Bennett.
Lizzy opened the door and came in. "Hi dad! Hope I'm not disturbing you."
Mr. Bennett smiled, "Of course not! You could never disturb me. Come on in." Lizzy sat down opposite him on the couch. "The question is what reminded you of your poor father. I thought you were going riding."
"I am," said Liz. "The others aren't ready yet, so I thought I'd come in here. This room always makes me feel warm and nice."
"Me too," said Mr. Bennett. "But I'm hurt! I thought you came here for me."
Liz laughed, "That too! Gee dad, you sound just like Ben."
Mr. Bennett looked at her intently, trying to discern her feelings for aforementioned Ben. "Ah, yes...Ben. Delightfully charming young man, isn't he?"
"Yes," said Liz, with a glint in her eyes. "Definitely charming! And he also considers himself god's gift to womankind!"
After a brief thoughtful pause, Liz added, "But, he's not all bad. He's just a little vain, that's all, but nothing some good company can't cure."
Mr. Bennett nodded lightly, thinking of a way to steer the conversation in the desired direction. "Yes, he's not bad. Not many women would find him so. He has an air about him...oh, I don't know...but you women fall for it every time."
Liz smiled, "Yes, we sure do. I can easily imagine Ben smoothly charm a room full of women in matter of minutes. They'd all fall for him."
Then, Mr. Bennett asked the critical question, "But would you?"
Liz looked at him queerly, "Would I what?"
"Fall for him?" said Mr. Bennett.
Liz looked at him for a moment, then laughed, "Ha-ha...that's funny! That's a joke, right?" Seeing her dad's serious eyes, she calmed down, "Oh...you're serious. Have you been talking to mom?"
Mr. Bennett nodded. Liz smiled, "That explains it. She would put that idea into your head. No, I'm not marrying Ben, if that's what you're concerned about."
Unconsciously, Mr. Bennett let out a huge sigh of relief, "Of course...um...it was just..."
"We're just friends, dad!" Liz cried. "We hardly know each other! We can't be in love in such a short time. That'd be strange, even for me. And besides, Ben's not my type. Charming, yes, but definitely not my type."
Mr. Bennett grinned, "That teaches me to listen to your mom!"
Liz laughed shortly, "Yeah! But, dad, in a way, I envy you." She rushed to explain, "I mean, you were able to do what many of us can't...stay committed to your marriage through all its trials and tribulations."
Mr. Bennett saw a sudden change in mood in his daughter. This was the first time Liz alluded to her divorce, and Mr. Bennett was glad of the opportunity it offered. "Yes, I guess...but Lizzy...marriage is an art. It takes two to make it, but just one to break it."
Liz nodded understandingly.
Mr. Bennett continued, "It takes a lifelong commitment and a whole lot of love to make it last. Some people get it and some people don't. That's just the way it is."
"I know..." said Liz. "I guess, I'm just one of the those who don't get it. I just wish there was something I could have done..."
"Lizzy, regrets won't achieve anything, only make you miserable," Mr. Bennett said. "Think of the past, only as its remembrance gives pleasure."
Liz smiled wanly, "You're right. I'm sorry."
Just then, someone knocked, and Ben's head appeared, "We're all ready Liz. Waiting for you. Coming?"
"Yeah! Be right there," she said. Getting up, she kissed her dad on his cheeks, "Bye dad! See you later!"
"Bye hon." He said. "Have fun!" Mr. Bennett watched his daughter leave the library. He was glad they'd had that talk. It let him know a lot about what his daughter was going through. She still loved the no-good William, of that he was sure. And as much as she denied it, Mr. Bennett also assessed that she was attracted to Ben, but could not admit it to herself or others. It was all very confused. Oh well. Thought Mr. Bennett. Let's see what happens. No matter what, all he wanted was Liz's happiness.
Later that day; The Stables, Iowa
Most of the day had been spent in the stables, either riding or lounging about. Liz and Charlotte re-visited some of their favorite spots again, showing them to Ben, who turned out to be a great horseman and riding enthusiast. Jane and Kate, who were not used to so much exercise, took some time off to just sit down and observe the others.
"I see Ben and Lizzy are getting along great!" commented Kate, as she saw them walking with one of the horses together.
"Yeah, it seems so," said Jane.
"He's been charming her all day," Kate said, staring at them directly.
"That's Ben, I guess," Jane replied, stealing a curious look at her sister, wondering what had gotten into her.
"She seems to have gotten over her divorce soon enough," continued Kate, with a hint of bitterness.
"Kate!" cried Jane. "That's not fair. You know that!"
Kate looked away. "Yeah, I guess..."
"You don't know how much Lizzy has been suffering," Jane told her. "Ben is a good influence. He takes her mind off her recent pain. You should be happy for her."
Kate said nothing, feeling guilty and angry at the same time.
Jane was concerned, "Kate...look at me." She turned Kate to face her. "Do you...do you like Ben...by any chance?"
Kate remained silent, but her eyes conveyed what Jane wanted to know.
"Oh my!" Jane exclaimed. "You do! But...but you don't need to be jealous of Lizzy...they're just friends. Liz isn't looking for love right now. And Ben's just a regular charmer."
A glimmer of hope shone in Kate's eyes, "You think?"
"Sure!" Jane assured her. "There's nothing more to it."
Just as Jane was said that, a feminine scream echoed through the surrounds, signaling that something was wrong. Jane and Kate looked about and saw a sight that disturbed them. Lizzy lay still on the ground, with Ben and Charlotte by her side. They ran to the scene.
"What happened?" Jane asked breathlessly, approaching them.
Charlotte said, "Lizzy was riding Sugar when something scared him and he threw her down...she hit her head hard..."
Lizzy wasn't moving. Ben cried out, "Come on! We have to get her to a hospital...it might be a concussion."
And they carried her off.
Meanwhile; 7 p.m., New York City
William stood outside Caroline's door bracing himself for the evening ahead. He knew that she wanted to establish their friendship once again, hence the dinner invitation. But under the circumstances, he'd much rather stay at home. But, just to show that he was ready to forget what had happened at that fatal night at Hawaii, William had decided to accept Caroline's invitation. After all, the entire mess that was his life couldn't be Caroline's fault, or so he figured. Without further ado, he rang the bell.
"Coming!" a voice practically sang from inside, and moments later Caroline appeared at the door. She was dressed in a striking, black dress with a plunging neckline. Caroline was a beautiful woman, no questions asked, but what frustrated her most was the lack of effect that fact had on William. "Hi William! Oh my! Wine for me! And Chateau Bordeaux too! Must be my lucky day!" She ushered him inside.
William smiled wanly at her enthusiasm, not attempting to match it. "Glad you like it, Caroline. I'm not too fond of it myself. But it used to be Elizabeth's favorite."
Caroline smiled at him sweetly, all the time cursing Elizabeth. Gee! He hasn't been in here I minute and already started on that tart! Boy, do I need a drink! Aloud she said, "Sit down, William. I'll get you something to drink."
William seated himself, looking around. Caroline had a very eclectic sense of style and her decorations mirrored that. He admired it. He saw a huge, striking canvas painting over her fireplace and caught himself thinking Elizabeth would have loved that. But as soon as he did, he was dismayed. He had promised himself not to think about her so much, but it seemed that he couldn't go five steps without running into something that reminded him of her. It was all a big waste of time; this trying to forget her. That would obviously never happen...anytime soon.
Caroline came back with some drinks for William. "I'm back! So, how'd you like this room...it's newly redecorated."
William smiled appreciatively at her, "Very nice. I like your taste."
"Thank you," Caroline blushed at the compliment. "I aim to please."
After quietly sipping her drink for sometime, Caroline said, "So...where were you last night? I called, but you weren't there."
William replied, "Oh, I was out. Went to this bar."
"Ah-ha!" Caroline exclaimed. "Meet anyone special?"
"No!" William said defensively. "Though I did make friends with an interesting lady...a client, actually...Amber Jefferson."
"Really?" Caroline said, mockingly. "That explains the late outing." She could not help but be jealous. New competition was just not her thing.
"That's so not true," William said. "But you already knew that."
Caroline laughed a relieved laugh, saying, "Of course I did."
They talked on about a variety of subjects, just like friends, just like it had been. No one alluded to Lizzy. It was off limits and they both preferred to have it that way. Caroline had made an elaborate dinner with William's favorite spaghetti, chicken, salad and desert. As she said, she aimed to please.
After dinner, they had some more drinks, and were both a little drunk. Caroline put on some soft music and sat next to William. She rested her head on his shoulders and he didn't protest. Encouraged, and feeling very bold, she brought her fingers to his forehead removing some of his errant curls. Her fingers traveled lazily across his face, while her other hand touched his legs. She brought her lips close to his ears breathing softly.
Suddenly, William flung her away and got up. He turned to face her. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Caroline looked at him with a hurt expression. "What do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean," William almost yelled. "Caroline! This was supposed to be a friendly dinner, remember? What's the deal here? Did I misread your intentions?"
"Calm down, William," Caroline said evenly. "It was a mistake...sorry."
"Just like Hawaii was a mistake," said William. "God...I wish it'd never happened."
"But it did and it's over," Caroline said. "So just forget about it, okay?"
"How can I?" William demanded. "When that one single night caused me my marriage?"
"Hey! You can't go on blaming it on me!" Caroline hissed. "It was your fault too, you know."
William couldn't argue with that. "Yes...but if only Lizzy had understood..."
Caroline was frustrated. "Lizzy! Lizzy! Lizzy! It's always about Lizzy. God, if that b**** really loved you she'd never have left you in the first place."
And the next thing she knew, a resounding slap echoed through the room. William glared at her, "If I ever hear you say anything about my Lizzy again...god help you. I love her and always will. Nothing can ever change that. So get that in the thick skull of yours and just leave me alone." With that he stormed from the room and moments later Caroline heard the front door close.
William was seething with anger and he couldn't think straight. He needed someone to talk to. Someone who'd listen and understand. Someone warm and nice. Only one name popped to his mind. A little later, he came to an apartment door and rang the bell.
The door opened. William said, "Hi Amber! Sorry to bother you...but can I come in?"
"Sure," she said, dressed in her nightgown. "What happened?"
Chapter 11
New York City
Amber led William into her spacious apartment wondering what had happened. William looked distraught and he didn't appear very drunk either. She was at loss to figure out what could have occurred. It had to be something to do with the dinner he was going to have with his friend.
"What's the matter, William," she asked again, motioning him to be seated. "Can I get you a glass of water?"
"Please," said William, sitting down. "I think I need that right now." He waited while she brought the water and then sat down opposite him.
"Now tell me, what's the matter?" asked Amber, with a concerned look in her eyes.
"I hit her, I can't believe I hit her!" William exclaimed. "I had often wanted to before, but I did it tonight. Oh gosh! It wasn't like me! I shouldn't have!!"
"Whoa, whoa, slow down a minute," said Amber. "Who did you hit?"
"Caroline!!!!" William exclaimed as if that was the most natural thing in the world. "I was having dinner with her tonight, remember?!"
"Oh, yes, your friend," commented Amber. "Okay, so what happened?"
"Everything was going great," said William. "We had dinner together, we talked like normal friends, made jokes, shared stories. I thought it went rather well. I had always wanted to make it up to her for being in such a bad mood after the incident. I was pleased with the way things seemed to be headed. And then, of course, after a couple of drinks, Caroline started coming on to me. And then when I told her to stop we had this horrible argument...and then she called my Lizzy names!!!!" William paused dramatically, emphasizing the ultimate crime. "And I couldn't take it anymore! All those months of anxiety, my sorrow, my loss, my anger, everything came into that one resounding slap on her face. After that, I came straight down here."
"Wow!" exclaimed Amber, when William was done. "That has to hurt. What did Caroline say?"
"I'm not sure," said William. "I didn't stay around to listen to her. But I think I hit her pretty hard. I shouldn't have. I know it. It's wrong, very wrong. It's that whole guy-hit-girl thing. And I guess I'll have to apologize for that. But I don't know what got into me!" William raised his voice once again. "I'm not usually so emotional, but well...I guess I couldn't keep all my feelings bottled up for long. I had to explode one time or another. Too bad, it was on Caroline."
Amber nodded, "Yes, it wasn't right to hit Caroline, no matter what the provocation, but I do understand your side of the story. You'll probably have to talk to her tomorrow morning or something to apologize. But there are some deeper issues here that I can see...you still love Lizzy, am I right?"
William conceded that she was right.
"Okay, so now that we have that cleared up," said Amber. "let's move on. You love Lizzy, but you guys got divorce because of some problems you couldn't solve. In your opinion, does she still have feelings for you?"
"Maybe," said William. "I think so, but I can't be sure."
"Okay, so the important question is that what do you plan to do about it?" Amber said dramatically. "Do you want to just give it up and get on with your life, or do you want her back? If the former, you have to try and forget her. You have to move on. You have to emotionally accept the fact that you are no longer a married man. But, if you want her back, you'll have to figure out how you'll go about it. Either way, you have to make up your mind because right now I see you're confused. You think that you are moving on, but actually you are holding onto every last memory of Lizzy. And with all that frustration, it's no wonder you lashed out at Caroline. You need to decide what you want to do and then do it without hesitation."
William just stared at Amber as she was talking and when she was done, he said, "Are you by any chance a psychiatrist or a therapist or something?"
"How'd you know?" asked Amber, smiling.
"Just a lucky guess," William returned her smile.
"Okay...so...?"
"I don't know where Lizzy is," said William.
"What do you mean you don't know?" asked Amber. "She has to be in New York, right?"
"Maybe," said William. "Her office doesn't know. She's on extended leave."
"She's running away from New York...typical," commented Amber. "It's not unusual. She can't take the stress and it probably got to her. So she's either in some remote spot in New York or she left town. I'm guessing the latter since being in New York would probably remind her too much of her time with you."
"I see," said William, thinking.
"I guess you could probably find out where she went if you persisted," said Amber. "If you wanted to, that is."
After great deliberation, William said, "I think that it is for the benefit of both Lizzy and myself, that I don't pursue this further. If this relationship was going to work, we wouldn't have gotten divorced. I don't want to pressure Lizzy into coming back...if she wants a break from me and New York, fine. I won't bother her."
Amber looked at William deep in the eyes as he said those words. Then she observed, "You love her so much. She must be a really special lady."
"Yes, she is," William sighed.
"I hope to meet her someday."
"Maybe you will," said William. After a brief pause, he said, "Well! I think I better start paying you for these sessions!!! At the rate I'm going, you'll probably be listening to my problems forever!"
Amber laughed, "No charge, William! It's my pleasure!" Believe me, it's my pleasure. She added mentally. She could sense herself feel attracted to William, which was probably the last thing either of them wanted. But it could not be helped. If people had control over those things, life would be much simpler. But unfortunately, they don't. And that is what makes us all human.
Meanwhile, at Bayle's Hospital, Kingsley, Iowa
Elizabeth stirred, making the slightest of movements with her hand. But even that slight movement was enough for Ben to realize that Liz was waking up. He straightened up in his chair beside the bed and bent forward. Liz reached out unconsciously for someone and grabbed Ben's hand. She held it tight. And Ben did not resist. He held her hand.
Liz still hadn't opened her eyes. She murmured something indistinct. Ben strained his ear to hear her, but couldn't comprehend what she was saying. She was having a dream of some sort. That much was obvious. She clutched Ben's hand and suddenly cried out,
"Please! Don't go!"
"Shhh!" Ben said soothingly. "I'm not leaving. I'm right here, Liz." Ben looked around to see if anyone was around. They were waiting outside. He'd have to call them when she woke up. After the doctor had pronounced Liz out of danger, much to everyone's relief, Mrs. Bennett had left home to prepare for the Gardiners' along with the others. Only Jane, Charlotte and Mr. Bennett waited outside. Ben had insisted on staying in the room, saying that he had been responsible for the mishap with the horse.
Liz stirred again. She clutched Ben's hand even tighter, so much so that it hurt. She exclaimed, "Oh William!!!"
William? Is that the ex? Ben mused. Maybe...is she having nightmares about him? He directed his attention back to Liz, who seemed to be waking up. Her eyelids fluttered open and she looked at him with some confusion.
"William?!"
"No, Liz," Ben shook his head. "I'm Ben."
"Oh...," Liz seemed even more confused. "Where am I?"
"In the hospital," Ben informed her. "You fell down while riding Sugar. So we brought you here."
"Oh." Was all the reply.
Ben freed his hand from Liz's grip and went out to summon the others. Jane, Charlotte and Mr. Bennett came running in.
"Oh Lizzy!" Jane hurried to her sister's side. "We were so worried! You're okay!"
Mr. Bennett also affectionately patted her head and expressed his joy, as did Charlotte. The doctor came in soon after and after examining Liz, said, "She has a slight concussion and a sprained back. But apart from that, she's fine! She'll probably have to stay in bed for a while, though. It's a wonder she came out of this accident with such little injuries. I've seen many horse related accidents and they can be real nasty. You're lucky, young lady!" He said to Liz.
She just smiled. Then she asked, "How long will I have to stay in bed?"
"Oh, a week," he replied. "Why, is that going to be a problem?"
"Of course!" said Charlotte. "You don't know her, but every minute she spends quietly on the bed is a miracle, except when she's sleeping. And we're talking about 1 week! Ha! I'd pay to see that one!"
"I'm afraid she has no choice," said the doctor. After a few more instructions, he left them, telling Liz that she was free to leave.
"Well...," said Mr. Bennett as soon as he was gone. "You heard the doctor, Lizzy...no getting out of bed for you!"
"What does he know?!" Liz exclaimed, sitting up on her bed. "I am fine! These doctors just fuss around too much! Why do I have to stay in bed for so long?! It's all nonsense!"
"See! I told you so!" Charlotte exclaimed, triumphantly. "It's easier to climb Mt. Everest than to keep Lizzy in bed!!!"
Everyone laughed at this including Liz.
She protested, "Hey!! Charlotte!! I'm not that bad!! I just don't think people should make such a big deal out of little injuries!! If you take up sports, you are going to get hurt! So what?!" And just to prove her point, Liz attempted to get up from the bed. But she was in no condition to do so. She lost her balance and was about to fall forward on the ground, when with extraordinary quickness of mind, Ben came to the rescue. He got to her just in time to catch her before she fell down.
In her distress, Liz had grabbed onto the nearest thing to prevent herself from falling. It just happened to be Ben. He caught her perfectly and immediately placed her back on the bed. Liz couldn't help but notice that he had very strong hands indeed. Very strong. Ben looked first at her, then at the others.
"I think this proves our point sufficiently," said Ben. "We should have no further trouble from Liz."
"Hey!" Liz exclaimed. "Don't be so patronizing!"
"As you wish, Your Highness," Ben smiled.
"Stop!!!" Liz exclaimed. "You're driving me crazy!! Fine, I'll stay in the darn bed!"
Ben smiled a victory smile. Jane and Charlotte exchanged glances. Mr. Bennett just grinned, "I wish I'd thought of this before. I could have made Liz do a number of things, if only I knew how!"
"It takes technique," said Ben.
"I see you perfected it," said Liz, sarcastically. "Annoy someone to death before they give in to you."
"Sure! Works every time," Ben said smoothly. "And now...," he said. "Since you can't walk how do you propose to get to the car?"
Liz looked inquiringly at her father, who was thinking of a wheelchair. Ben said, "I think I know...wait, I'll show you." He bent down towards Liz, and in one swift motion picked her up. "I'll carry her."
"You sure she's not too heavy?" asked Charlotte. "No offense, Liz..."
"Nah! It's no sweat," Ben assured her. Then, he looked at Liz in the eye. "Shall we go, Your Highness?"
Liz was about to refuse, but she saw that she didn't have many choices without causing trouble. And besides, she liked being carried. Ben's arms tightened around her and she rested her hands on his strong chest. She looked at him with expressionless eyes, "Yes."
Ben grinned and with a look at the others, led the way out of the room. This was really getting interesting! And Ben was loving every second of it.
Chapter 12
Iowa
The ride home was quite uneventful. Mr. Bennett drove with Jane sitting next to him. That left Ben and Charlotte sitting on the backseat with Liz lying across their laps. Her head rested on Ben's lap and her feet on Charlotte's. Liz opened her eyes to look at Ben, then closed it again. Ben smiled, then said to Charlotte,
"Is she always this difficult when she's sick?"
"Always," said Charlotte. "She hates being told to stay in bed."
"I'm not difficult!!" Liz exclaimed.
"Yeah right," Jane chimed in. "I can tell many stories that would prove otherwise!"
"Jane!!!" Liz exclaimed with a warning look in her eyes.
But Ben ignored her, "Do tell, please. I would love to know what she was like when she was little."
"You want to know?" Jane said. "I'll tell you...she was a big pain when she was sick!!! And she wasn't sick very often either. But when she was...oh boy!! You'd better stay away. I remember this one time, when she was about 14, I was 16...she got the flu and was running a high temperature. She was supposed to be in bed, but as soon as we left the room, she sneaked out to go to her basketball practice!! We found out and went to the school to get her!! And all she had to say for herself was that the practice was important and her fever wasn't that bad!!"
"It wasn't bad!" Liz exclaimed.
"That's relative, I guess," Jane returned. "I mean, I would consider 103 quite bad...and certainly not good enough to go out and play basketball!"
"Well...maybe I was a little unreasonable..." Liz conceded. "But I wasn't really difficult!"
"Whatever!" Jane chuckled, sneaking a glance at Mr. Bennett who was smiling, but said nothing. Ben and Charlotte laughed, too.
Liz said, "No fair!! You're all teaming up on me!"
"That means we are serious about making you stay in bed," said Ben. "It's all for your benefit."
"Oh yeah?" said Liz. "You don't even know me!"
"That's something I'm willing to fix," Ben smiled.
"But who says I want to know you!!" Liz countered.
"Well, that's just a chance I'm prepared to take," Ben said.
"Gee, you're determined, aren't you?" Liz said with a look of wonder in her eyes. "Even after I'm so rude?"
That's because I think I'm falling for you... Aloud he said, "Well, you ARE the sister of my brother's future wife. I have to get to know you...we might be running into each other a lot."
Curiously, Liz found that this fact cheered her up. Despite her rather hostile outward behavior, she found that she was not immune to Ben's charms. He was annoying sometimes, but other times he could be very funny and charming. And he was a good way to take her mind off William. After all, what prevented her from being friends with other guys? Nothing. Liz found that she enjoyed her verbal battles with him and in fact, liked it when he teased her with a gleam in his eyes. Yes, she definitely didn't mind being friends with Ben. As long as she didn't lose her heart...
But Liz was determined never to go there again! It already belonged to another, even if he lived miles away and probably never wanted to see her again.
The car came to a stop in front of the entrance to Bennett Farm's main house. Mr. Bennett turned around and said, "Ben, do you mind taking Liz up to her room?"
"Sure, no problem," said Ben. No problem, indeed.
Jane and Charlotte got out and held the door for Ben. He got out and then picked Liz up. He carried her inside, then upstairs to her room. He laid her down gently on her bed and fluffed her pillows. Then, he smiled and said, "Is that okay?"
"Yes, thank you," she said, softly, looking up at him. "I'm sorry if I seem to be hard on you..."
"Oh, not at all," Ben smiled mischievously. "I don't think I could stand it if you started being nice to me!"
"Oh good!" Liz smiled back. "That saves me a whole lot of trouble!"
They shared a look and for a moment, Ben played with the idea of bending and kissing Liz. But then, he heard a lot of footsteps and practically the whole household approach. He looked towards the door. Mrs. Bennett entered accompanied with Mary, Kate, Trey, Jane, and Charlotte.
"I'm glad you're okay, Lizzy," said Mary. "I was so worried."
This sentiment was echoed by the others who gushed and exclaimed. This was another thing Liz didn't like about getting sick: being the center of fawning attention. Mrs. Bennett cooed and scolded Liz for taking undue risks by riding horses. She didn't think girls had any business doing anything of the kind. Mrs. Bennett had always tried to make her girls "ladylike" which directly conflicted with Liz's athletic and tomboyish temperament.
"Really, Lizzy," Mrs. Bennett said. "I don't see why you don't listen to me and just quit horse riding. It's so dangerous and I've been saying so for years. But no one ever listens to me. No! Now see what happened. You escaped with such little injuries, but it could have been very serious indeed. Now, if you have any sense, you would give it up for good!"
Mrs. Bennett looked around for support, but no one seemed willing to give it to her. Instead, Ben said, "Actually Mrs. Bennett, Liz is a very good rider. This accident was partly my mistake. I scared Sugar by a sudden movement and he threw Liz down. So, it's not really her fault."
Mrs. Bennett rushed to explain, "No, I don't mean it's her fault, but since it's dangerous, I thought..."
"Well every sport will be a little dangerous to a degree," said Ben. "But Liz is really competent and I don't think she'd put herself in any jeopardy as long as I'm not around!!!"
Mrs. Bennett laughed. She would have debated Liz further, but since Ben was of the opinion that it was okay, she figured he probably was right. So she said, "Well, okay...just be more careful next time, Lizzy." She was about to say more, but there was some disturbance downstairs, and Mr. Bennett's voice was heard, "Fran! The Gardiners are here!!!"
With an exclamation, Mrs. Bennett hurried down to greet the Gardiners and following her were all the occupants of Liz's room except for Liz and Ben. The room was silent. Ben turned to look at Liz again, thinking of what to say or do. But Liz eased the awkwardness by saying, "I'm sorry about mom...she just lives in the 50s, I suppose. She's never been able to reconcile to the fact that I'm...athletic. But, thanks so much for defending me. It was very good of you."
"Oh, no problem," Ben assured her. "I only said what I thought. I'm glad I was able to convince your mom. She didn't seem pleased. It's a good thing she listened to me."
Liz gave a short laugh. "Of course, she'll listen to you!! In case you haven't noticed, my mother practically fawns on you. And the reason for that must be quite obvious."
It was, but Ben decided to play dumb. "I'm not sure what you mean..."
"Oh really!!" Liz exclaimed. "Well I'll spell it out if that's what it takes. My mother is the proverbial matchmaker who has set her eyes on you." Liz paused, then continued. "I think she wants us to get together! And she is a very determined person. So, I think it's my duty to warn you so that you may be suitably equipped for dealing with her. She can get quite carried away, I'm afraid. She barely knows you, I barely know you! The idea of a match is so absurd, don't you think?"
"Yes, very absurd," Ben murmured. But he thought otherwise. It was not an absurd idea to him. Why should it be? Wasn't it what he really wanted deep down inside...Lizzy? But of course he wouldn't say that. She was right. They barely knew each other and she wasn't interested. Any sensible guy would take a hint. But whoever said one has to be sensible?
"I know!" Liz continued. "Don't get me wrong...Mom means well. But it can get embarrassing sometimes. You know? So, I want you to know in advance...I'm sorry for anytime she embarrasses you."
"You don't have to do that," Ben said. "I can handle it."
"Okay...," said Liz. Then she said, "I hate being in bed! I want to meet my aunt and uncle..."
"They're probably busy with the others. Well...I can go and ask them to come up to meet you," said Ben. He saw Liz's face light up and he knew right then that he would do anything for that smile. He knew right then that he was madly in love. As strange as that seemed, he knew that he had fallen in love with Liz at first sight...when she'd come aboard that plane. His heart soared at the sight of her. He loved it when she talked to him, even if she was being unfriendly. He loved the lines of her face and the music of her voice. But there was one tiny problem.
She didn't love him back.
Ben was brought back to reality at Liz's voice. "Ben? Still with me?"
"Oh?" he said. "Yeah...um...I'll go down now."
Liz watched Ben go out of the room with a frown. He evoked such mixed feelings in her that it confused and scared her. At times she found him interesting and other times she found him annoying. Either way, she knew that she wasn't indifferent. His mere presence could affect her. But Liz did not want to be affected. That was the problem. She knew that Ben was a nice guy, but did she have feelings for him? More importantly, did he have feelings for her? Liz couldn't decide. Sometimes she could detect a hint of tenderness in him, but other times he was just his regular, charming self.
Liz was certain that she wanted nothing more than a friendship. But was that really possible. If two people were thus attracted to each other, was it possible or viable to be "just friends." Liz didn't have the answer to that or a hundred questions. All she knew was that she wanted to relax here in Iowa, away from New York, away from him. She didn't want any complications. She was resolved to keep Ben at a distance and treat him only as a friend. IF that were possible...
As these thoughts passed her mind, Liz reached for her side drawer and pulled out her old purse. She opened it and extracted her most prized possession: a picture of Will. It had been taken several years ago at a beach vacation. It was Liz's favorite picture, which might have something to do with Will in Speedo's. He was laughing as he held her in his arms, ready to throw her in the water. They looked so happy. Who could have known? A sigh escaped Liz as she whispered, "I miss you."
Chapter 13
Bennett Farm, Iowa
Liz waited patiently in her bed, knowing that Ben would be back with the others soon. She trusted him. But it was a lot to ask of Liz to stay in her bed for a long time. She didn't mean to be difficult. But sitting around, doing nothing was just not her thing. Which was why she hated getting sick. But nobody seemed to understand it. They all teased her for being a bad patient.
At length, she heard footsteps approach her door, and some voices float her way. She sat up quickly waiting for the people to enter. Then, Ben came in,
"I'm back, Liz! Miss me?"
"Oh sure!" Liz joked. "I was counting seconds till you returned."
"Of course!" Ben smiled, wishing that were true, but knowing otherwise. "Your aunt and uncle are right behind me. Quite a charming couple!"
Liz smiled in return and focussed her attention on the door. Then, after a few moments, a voice was heard at the door. "Yes, this is Lizzy's room..." And Mrs. Madeline Gardiner walked in.
"Aunt Maddie!!" Liz almost squealed.
"Lizzy!" Mrs. Gardiner rushed to her bedside and hugged her. "I'm so glad to see you again. And I heard that you managed to get yourself in bed already. Sugar, was it?"
"Yeah," Liz said smilingly. "Sugar threw me down."
"Oh well! You're fine and that's all that matters!"
Then, Mr. Edward Gardiner entered the room greeting his niece with a hearty, "Hello there!!!"
"Uncle Eddie! Hi!" Lizzy greeted them. Mr. Gardiner was Fran Bennett's only brother and was as different from her as a brother and sister could be. He was sensible, intelligent and well-informed while she was silly, ignorant and often times foolish. The Gardiners made a lovely couple. They really trusted, loved and respected each other, which was something Lizzy hadn't seen in her own parents. Therefore, she looked up to them for guidance and support on what an ideal marriage should be like.
Liz said, "Uncle, Auntie...you have met Ben, of course?"
"Yes," said Mrs. Gardiner, smiling at Ben. "He was good enough to bring us up here. We were wondering where you were. Your mother was just telling us about your accident..."
At that, Liz rolled her eyes. Mrs. Gardiner smiled knowingly. She said, "I know, dear. It's hard on you to be tied up like this. But there's no choice, really."
"I think she has been convinced of that sufficiently," Ben quipped.
"Really?" said Mr. Gardiner, joining in. "How'd you get her to do that. We've been trying these past 20 years without success."
"Oh, just a little tactic and technique here and there," Ben said.
"He won't give it away," said Liz, glancing at Ben.
"Of course not!" said Ben. "A good businessmen never reveals his secret weapon!"
Mr. And Mrs. Gardiner smiled at this, exchanging glances. Ben and Lizzy seemed to be getting along fine. But was that a good sign? They chatted a little with Liz about their drive down to Kingsley, informing her of all that they saw on the way. They talked about Mary's engagement and Mrs. Bennett. One thing that Mrs. Gardiner most wanted to talk about was William. But she was too tactful to bring it up just then.
After a pleasant chat, the Gardiners left Lizzy to get changed and ready for dinner. When they were gone, Ben said, "I guess I'll be going too. But I'll be back later. Sure you'll be okay?"
"Just fine," said Liz. "Can you just hand me that book on the shelf?"
"Sure," said Ben, handing the book in question. He looked at it. "Great Gatsby...lovely book, isn't it?"
"Yes," Liz smiled. "One of my favorites."
"Good choice," said Ben. "You know it's said that a person's choice of books reflects a great deal about his or her personality..."
"Really?" Liz raised her eyebrows. Indicating the book in her hand, "What does this tell you about me?"
"That you're intelligent and profound. This book can be a little heavy for many people."
Liz laughed. "Do you know what this tells me about YOU?"
"What?"
"That you're a shameless flatterer!"
"Aw! I'm hurt!" Ben exclaimed. "And after all the wonderful things I said to you!!"
"Because of all the wonderful things you said to me!!" Liz returned.
"It doesn't work?"
"Not in many case, no," Liz said. "My favor can't be bought with flattery."
Ben eyed her, "Then how can it be earned?"
"I guess you'll have to find out for yourself!" Liz exclaimed. Then she said, "Didn't you have to go someplace?"
"Yes," replied Ben. "But I decided to tempt you further with my bewitching presence."
Lizzy laughed and shook her head, "I won't even comment on that!"
Ben laughed and left the room thinking how adorable and intelligent Liz was. He really had it bad. He knew that his chances of getting Liz were next to nothing, but there was nothing he could do about his wandering heart. He'd never been in love before. Crushes yes, but love, no. So, was it his fault that the first person he fell in live with would never love him back at any cost. Was it because of that person William? Or just because she didn't like him? Ben wasn't sure, but he was sure of one thing. He'd move heaven and earth to win Liz, if that's what it took.
1 hour later
Mrs. Gardiner knocked on Liz's door.
"Who is it?" came her voice.
"It's me, dear," replied Mrs. Gardiner. "Aunt Maddie."
"Oh, come in."
Lizzy was propped on her pillows and was reading her book. She smiled at her aunt.
"I thought I'd come and talk to you before dinner," said Mrs. Gardiner. "You know, since you can't move, Ben volunteered to bring it up for you."
"Oh, did he?" said Lizzy. "That's nice of him."
"Yes, it is," said Mrs. Gardiner, sitting on the chair next to the bed. "But that's why I wanted to talk to you. Are you aware that Ben is really falling in love with you?"
"With me?!!" Lizzy was surprised. "That can't be possible. He hardly knows me. We've just met. Aunt, you're imagining things!"
"I don't think so," said Mrs. Gardiner. "He's been talking about you ever since I came. And your mother was very happy. She was telling me how enamored he is with you."
"Oh, don't listen to mom. She'll say things like that!"
"No, Lizzy, I think she's right this time," said Mrs. Gardiner. "I can tell it from his eyes and by the way he was talking to you." After a pause, "I'm not saying it's wrong, but I just wanted to warn you. I don't suppose you're looking for a relationship right now?"
"No," Lizzy shook her head. "Definitely not." She hung her head, thinking of William.
Mrs. Gardiner walked to her side, "I'm sorry, dear. I didn't want to remind you of him."
"It's okay," said Lizzy, collecting herself. "It doesn't take much to remind me of him."
Mrs. Gardiner nodded understandingly. "How can I say this without sounding like a preacher...but it will get better, Lizzy. You will move on to bigger and better things."
"I don't think so," Lizzy shook her head. "I'll never get over William."
"But you divorced him, remember?" Mrs. Gardiner knew this was hard on her niece but someone needed to talk to Lizzy.
"Yes, but that doesn't mean I don't love him," said Lizzy. "It's so hard to explain. No one will understand why I did it. I'm not even sure I do. But this had to be done. Doesn't mean I have to like it."
Mrs. Gardiner squeezed her hand in quiet support.
"You still love him very much, don't you?"
"Yes," said Lizzy. "More than life itself."
"Then why don't you try to work things out? Call him?"
"He doesn't know I'm here," said Lizzy, staring into space.
"And I'm sure he's dying to know. Why don't you just call to let him know where you are. He'd appreciate it."
"You think so?" Lizzy's eyes lit up. "It'll be awkward, though."
Mrs. Gardiner smiled, "Well, maybe a little. But at least it'll put you both at ease. And I'm sure you're dying to hear his voice, anyway. Give yourself a chance. Give him a chance. Who knows what might happen?"
Lizzy looked at her aunt. "You're so good at persuading!!"
"So, you're going to call him?" Mrs. Gardiner persisted.
"Yes," Lizzy smiled. "I will. I know it's probably not the smartest thing I can do. But I'll make it quick, just tell him where I am and see how he's doing. Nothing wrong with that. We can still be friends."
"My point exactly!" Mrs. Gardiner got up. "Just remember. Be careful about this Ben guy. He may be nice, but you don't want him."
"Okay!" Lizzy giggled. "I'll be careful."
"You'll want me to leave, I suppose," said Mrs. Gardiner. "Say hi to William from me." Mrs. Gardiner smiled at Lizzy and left the room. She was satisfied. She had talked her niece into calling William. That was good. And she'd warned her against Ben. That was good, too. Madeline Gardiner had nothing against Ben. He was a great guy. But he was not William, and she had been very fond of her niece's dashing husband. So maybe she was biased.
Meanwhile, Lizzy picked up her phone and looked at it for a while. Aunt Maddie was right. There was nothing wrong with calling him. He wasn't expecting it, probably. She didn't know what she'd say. Hello? I love you? No, that was so stupid. She'd just have to try and act calm and natural. Maybe she could think of an excuse? I left something important at home? Maybe... Lizzy thought over the possibilities before making up her mind and dialing the number. The phone rang two times before being picked up.
"Hello?" came a feminine voice.
"Hello?" said Lizzy, puzzled. "Is...William there?"
"Oh sorry, he's taking a shower."
"Oh..." Lizzy was even more puzzled. She didn't recognize the voice. "I must have the wrong number. Is this William Darcy's number?"
"Sure is," replied the voice.
"Who are you?" Lizzy said, a little rudely.
"Amber," said the voice. "Can I take a message for William?"
"No, I have nothing to say to him!" Lizzy hung up.
She sat there for a few moments, staring into space. Apparently, William had forgotten her far easier she had him. But then, what else did she expect? That he'd wait for her to call? Lizzy burned with hatred for that girl Amber...who knew who that was?! Caroline's successor? Lizzy decided she didn't want to know. That was William's business. She didn't care anymore. If that's the way he wanted it, so be it. She'd forget him as easily, too.
Just then, someone knocked at the door. "Come in," said Lizzy.
"I brought you your dinner," said Ben, coming in with a tray.
"I'm so glad to see you, Ben!!!" Lizzy proclaimed with a flirtatious smile.
Chapter 14
New York
William came out of the shower. "Thanks for staying, Amber," he said. "I don't think I could have been so strong all by myself." He smiled. "Oh, btw, who was that on the phone?"
"I don't know," said Amber. "She didn't say...I think it might have been a wrong number."
"Strange," said William, thoughtfully. "Oh well!" He thought nothing of it, and asked Amber if she'd like a drink. Amber refused, saying that she'd have to drive home. She sat down on the couch, laying her head. She sighed.
William walked up to where she was standing. "Are you tired?"
"Yeah," Amber closed her eyes. "I had some really annoying patients today. Listening to people's problems the whole day can get very tough."
"And then you get home and have to listen to me," commented William.
Amber opened her eyes and looked up at William who was standing directly above. "Oh, it's no problem really."
William smiled, "You know, Amber, I haven't know you that long, but I just trust you so much. That's why I tell you about my issues. I know I burden you, but at this point in my life, I feel like I need someone to just listen to me and be there when I need to vent."
"I'm always listening..." whispered Amber, looking straight into William's eyes.
"How can I ever repay you?" asked William, softly.
"Well...," said Amber. "I have a pounding headache, and you could massage my neck. It's killing me!"
"Yes, ma'am!" William exclaimed. Amber leaned forward letting William massage her neck. His fingers worked like magic. Slowly, but surely, Amber felt her pain dissipate. It relieved her tension and made her feel a whole lot better. Amber relished the feeling of William's fingers on her skin. His strokes were strong and assured and Amber knew that William had done this before. She felt herself melt which wasn't good. Amber didn't want to complicate things for William more than it already was. It was time to leave. She opened her eyes.
"I have to go...," she said.
William nodded, "I hope that feels better...Liz always liked it when I massaged her. She says I have a natural talent."
"You sure do," said Amber, softly, getting up and collecting her things.
William showed her to the door. He kissed her tenderly on her cheeks, "Thanks for being my friend. Heaven knows, I need one right now."
Amber smiled and said good-bye. She walked out with two things in mind...how bad she was falling for William and how she was never going to be more than a 'friend.'
Meanwhile in Bennett Farm
Ben laid down Liz's dinner on the side table and helped her sit up.
"I'm so glad to see you," Liz repeated.
Ben looked at her strangely. "Are you okay?"
"Yes! Never been better!" Liz exclaimed.
"Are you sure?" asked Ben.
"Yes! Why?" Liz said, smiling.
"Because you're being very nice to me," said Ben. "And I'm not used to that. It's scary, actually!"
"Well, if you don't like it...," Liz started to say.
"No!" Ben interrupted her. "I didn't say that...it's just rather sudden. Come on! Tell me! Something happened while I was away, right? There has to be a reason."
Liz thought of her last attempt to mend her relationship with William by trying to call him. It had ended in disaster as some woman picked up the phone. It sickened Liz to even think about what she might be doing there...with her William, in her house. But Liz didn't have claim to either anymore. It occurred to her that even after the divorce, she'd never given up hope of their getting back together. But now, reality hit her. William had moved on and so should she. But that woman --- oh! Liz couldn't get her sultry voice out of her head. And that annoyed her. She felt a sudden surge of anger and hatred for William.
"I HATE him!" she cried out.
Ben was surprised, "Whoa?! Who are we talking about...?"
Liz looked at Ben, and said, "You don't wanna know."
Ben nodded, seeing that Liz was not ready to talk yet. He said, "Why don't you eat your food...it's really good."
"I don't want to," said Liz, sulkily.
"Oh, come now!" Ben coaxed her. "Your mom spent a lot of time making this for you."
"I'm not hungry," Liz crossed her arms.
"Okay, I'll tell you what," said Ben, seating himself on the chair next to Liz's bed. "If you don't want to eat yourself, I'll feed you." Saying thus, he took some of the rice and brought the spoon close to her mouth. He said, "Okay...this one's for daddy."
Liz smiled at him. He was so cute! Who could resist? She opened her mouth and allowed herself to be fed. Ben grinned, and said, "That's much better. Okay, now this one's for mommy..." He continued playing that game and managed to make Liz eat.
A little later, Ben said, "Now this last one...this one's for...William."
Liz sat up straight. "How -- ?! How do you know William?"
"I don't," said Ben. "But I know that he's important to you because you were moaning his name when you were unconscious in the hospital."
"Oh, was I?" Liz said, refusing to eat that last bite. "Well, too bad. William means nothing to me!!!"
"May I ask...who it is?" Ben ventured slowly.
Liz looked at him. If she didn't tell him, he'd find out from someone else. "My ex-husband."
"Oh, I see," Ben remembered what Kate had told him about Liz's messy divorce. He continued cheekily, "Somehow I don't think you're so indifferent to him as you make it out to be..."
"No!" Liz said in a loud voice. "Don't you get it?! I HATE William!!!!!"
Ben knew when it was time to go and this was time to go. He hastily took the tray and said, "I think I'll leave. Good night...pleasant dreams." With one last look at Liz, he was gone, leaving her to contemplate her own words.
The next morning; New York; William's office
William walked in, looking refreshed, ready to face the day. As always, Suzy was already there. He said, "Is Ms. Bingley in, Suzy?"
"Yes, she came in early today," Suzy informed her boss. "She's in her office."
"Okay, thanks!" William put his stuff in his room and walked resolutely to Caroline's door. He knocked. "Who is it?" came a voice from inside.
"It's me, Caroline," said William. "I need to talk to you."
After a brief silence, she said, "Come in."
Caroline was sitting behind a massive desk, seemingly drowned in papers. She looked very smart and professional. "Yes, William? How may I help you?"
William was stunned. Caroline looked changed, altered. There was no hint of bitterness about the dinner incident. She looked as cool as a cucumber and betrayed no ill will. William was impressed. He said, "Look, Caroline, I'm very sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have slapped you...it was very wrong of me and I'm ashamed of myself."
Caroline said, "That's alright, William. I've done a lot of thinking myself and have come to the conclusion that I deserved what I got. Heaven only knows, what I was thinking?! Maybe I wasn't thinking, that's probably my problem. Anyway, there are no hard feelings. But can you forgive me?"
William smiled, "Of course! As far as I'm concerned, yesterday never happened."
"Agreed," said Caroline. "Let's start over."
"Yes, that sounds good," said William. He added, "You look so different. Something has changed..."
"I've turned over a new leaf. I've got my priorities straight," said Caroline. "I'm changing my principles."
"Great!" said William. "I wish you well."
"Thanks!" said Caroline. "Now, if you don't mind, I have a thousand things to do!"
"Of course, me too!" William left her office with a last, parting look.
The same day; lunch
Caroline emerged from her office. She said to Suzy. "I'm going out to lunch. Take my calls."
"Yes, Ms. Bingley." Suzy watched her leave and frowned. This was strange. Caroline never had lunch, hence she never went out. Something was definitely up. And her whole attitude. She looked and acted professional. It was very suspicious. Suzy shook her head and returned to work.
Meanwhile, Caroline exited the building with quick steps. She walked quickly down the block and turned into a smaller street. She walked into an isolated café and scanned the room. She found who she was looking for and walked up to the corner. She slid into the chair opposite him and said,
"Oh! This isn't working!"
The man put down his morning paper and said, "My dear, you don't expect it to work so quickly, do you?"
Caroline looked at her companion and said, "Easy for you to say. You're not the one being humiliated everyday!" She, then, related the dinner incident and what a disaster it had been.
When she was done, he said, "Oh, come on! You're not going to let that one minor setback bother you?! Think of all our plans."
"Our plans?" Caroline said. "I don't see you doing anything helpful. How has separating Liz and William helped us in any way?"
"Patience, darling," said the man. "It will work, you'll see. Will can't survive without Liz. She's his life. He needs a woman, someone nice and kind and gentle...i.e. you! You have to ingratiate yourself and be indispensable. But no more moves like yesterday! That could ruin our chances forever!"
Caroline sighed, "It's just so damn frustrating. I don't understand what he sees in that witch anyway. She walked out on him, for crying out loud!"
Her companion said, "He's a man in love. What can I say? Let's just hope she doesn't come back."
"There's not much chance of that, is it?" asked Caroline.
"No, I don't think so. You really convinced her about you and William," said the man, grinning.
"Do you know where she is?" asked Caroline.
"Yeah, she went home to Iowa," he informed her.
"Good...if only she'd stay there."
"Don't worry," he said reassuringly. "I'll keep tabs on her. Even if she ever comes back into William's life, I'll make sure she doesn't take him back."
Caroline looked at her partner in crime and grinned, "You're so bad! That's why I love you!"
He grinned, revealing his single gold tooth. "Honey, I'm here to please. Now go back to work and get that man! Anytime you feel dejected, just remember, if this works, we'll be swimming in big bucks, you and I."
Caroline, now cheerful, got up and kissed him passionately on his lips. She whispered, "You'll get your reward tonight. Cape Motel...7 o clock. Be there."
"Is that a promise or a threat?"
"Both," said Caroline archly.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," he grinned. "Bye babe. Later!"
He watched Caroline leave and smiled thoughtfully to himself, his gold tooth glinting in the sun, evil written all over it. Well, Mr. Darcy...let's see who gets the last laugh! He thought smugly and continued reading his paper.
Chapter 15
Next morning; Bennett Farm, Iowa
Elizabeth stirred and gently opened her eyes to see a ray of light coming into her room through the open window. She strained her neck to see the clock. It read 7: 45. She felt a slight headache probably caused due to her incessant crying the night before. She felt hurt and confused about William and even more so about Ben. Life had never been easy for Liz and it sure wasn't easy for her now. She felt like a complete loser with a failed marriage, average job, lying all alone in bed at her parents' house. No, life was definitely not easy.
Liz was broken off from this unpleasant reverie by a voice from the adjoining bathroom. Jane emerged, looking fresh from a shower. "Good morning, Lizzy! How are you feeling today?"
Liz tried to smile, "Alright." She didn't have the courage to tell Jane about the phone incident with William.
"Good!" Jane said cheerfully, oblivious to her sister's distress. "Since aunt and uncle are here, mom was impatient to hold a party for Mary and Trey, but we all thought it best we wait for you to get better. Another week won't do any harm!"
Liz said, "I wouldn't want to inconvenience anyone on my account. You can hold the party at anytime."
"No way, Lizzy!" said Jane. She looked at Liz, concerned. "Is something the matter? I heard you sniffling last night? What is it?"
"I think I might have a little cold...that's all," lied Lizzy. "Nothing to worry about."
Jane walked near her bed and lay a hand on Lizzy's forehead, "I know how hard it is for you to stay in bed and I'm proud of what a great job you're doing. Hang in there and know that we're all here for you. Just tell me if you need anything, okay?"
Liz nodded, smiling and said, "Thank you, Jane. You're the best!"
Jane squeezed her hand, then said, "Okay, now...what would you like for breakfast?" Seeing Liz wrinkle her nose, she added, "Now don't try that with me. You need to eat if you want to be back on your feet anytime soon!" Thus berated, Liz complied with all that Jane said and proved to be a good patient, after all.
The next week
Lizzy mended slowly but surely, although the same could not be said about her heart. All the family and friends visited her many times a day. Jane and Ben especially took care of all her needs; feeding her and staying with her. In this time, Liz grew more and more attached to Ben, who charmed and delighted her in many a dull afternoon. Ben, on the other hand, was just happy to be of any help to Liz. He tried his best to keep his heart away from the matter because he knew Liz could not love him. This was a resolution hard to keep.
The entire household watched the blossoming friendship between Liz and Ben with concern and some with delight. Only Mrs. Bennett and Trey were delighted; the former because she wanted to see Liz married and the latter because he knew how much his brother loved Liz. But Liz's sisters, father and the Gardiners could not see the relationship without alarm.
Kate, especially, could not watch Ben's growing attentions for her sister without feeling some jealousy. Liz had always been a little rash in the matters of the heart and they all saw this "friendship" head into disaster. But they were all willing to wait and watch since they knew it was a sensitive subject and that Liz was still hurting from her divorce.
It had been an entire week since Liz's accident and she had proved herself capable of being an easy patient. She had followed all directions without throwing too much of a fit. Jane attributed this to Ben since he always kept Liz in a good humor. Now Liz was fully recovered and there were no more restrictions as to her movement. She got ready to go down for breakfast with zeal.
"Oh, Jane!" she said, gleefully. "It feels so good not to be an invalid any longer!"
"I know, Lizzy," said Jane, smiling. "I'm very glad. It's just not the same without you!"
The sisters smiled lovingly at each other and then got busy getting dressed. Within minutes, they were ready and they proceeded to descend to the breakfast room. Everyone else was already assembled. Ben got up to greet them.
"Here are the two lovely ladies!" he exclaimed. "How do you feel, Liz?"
"Great! Wonderful!" Liz smiled. "Now I won't be a problem to all of you anymore."
"Who says you were a problem?" Ben inquired.
"Oh, no one has to tell me! I think I know!" said Liz, laughingly. She sat down on the table and found herself seated between Ben and Kate. "Good morning, Kate!" she greeted her sister.
"Morning, Liz," Kate said, with a little smile. "I'm really happy to see you better."
"Thanks, sis," Liz said, smiling. "It feels great, too."
Mrs. Bennett bustled in with more eggs and sausages. "Oh, hey Lizzy!"
"Hey mom!" said Liz.
"Have some eggs and sausages," she said. "Oh, Mary and I were talking about the engagement party...what do you think of day after tomorrow?"
"Sure!" said Liz. She stole a glance at Mary and Trey who were exchanging looks of extreme love. She sighed, thinking of her own wedding. She had been dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt and so had William. But it had been very sweet and romantic in it's own way. Liz thought about what it would have been like to have a lavish, church, white wedding. But what was the use if the marriage wasn't going to last?
"Hello? Anyone here?" Ben's voice brought Liz back to earth.
"Oh, sorry," said Liz.
"Tonight we're going to dinner at the Lucases," Ben informed her.
"Oh good!" exclaimed Liz. "I haven't seen Char for ages!"
Breakfast progressed without a hitch. After that, everyone proceeded for his or her own business. Mrs. Bennett, Mrs. Gardiner, Mary, Jane and Trey busied themselves in planning for the party. Mr. Bennett and Mr. Gardiner shut themselves in the library. Kate went to work and Ben went to do some errands in town. Liz went out onto the grounds with her painting equipment.
2 hours later
Liz was so intent and lost in her painting that she failed to notice soft footsteps approaching her from behind.
"Wow!" said an amazed voice.
Liz turned around, surprised, "Oh, hey Ben! You scared me!"
"Wow!" repeated Ben, staring at the painting.
"Do you like it?" asked Liz.
"Do I?!" said Ben. "I didn't know you painted..."
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me," Liz eyed him.
"But this is awesome!" Ben exclaimed again.
"You're just saying that," Liz accused him. "I bet you know nothing about art!"
"I hope I do considering the fact that I'm an arts dealer!" Ben said.
Liz was amazed, "Really?! You're kidding, right?"
"No, honestly," said Ben.
"I had no idea...," said Liz. "You really think this is good?"
"Are you kidding me? It's very good. It has such a force of expression, such style and such technique...I'm stunned."
Liz blushed, "No one ever thought much of my paintings...that's why I gave up trying to sell one a long time ago."
"That's a huge loss to the artistic society," said Ben, contemplating the painting. He pointed at it, "That girl in the middle of thew field looks so...desolate...why?"
"I don't know," Liz shrugged her shoulders. "That was just the way it came out."
"I see," said Ben. "Do you know, Liz, after all this time, you still continue to surprise me? Who would have known you were such an accomplished painter!"
Liz blushed deeply. "I don't know about accomplished, but painting is my passion."
"I can see that in the strokes of your brush," said Ben. "It has such force, such life, such passion. I bet I can sell this for a lot of money!"
"Don't play with me," said Lizzy, half-seriously.
"I'm not," said Ben. "We need some new painters, fresh new talent." He looked at Liz, who was very surprised and happy. He reached out for her nose and wiped off some paint, "You look very beautiful, Elizabeth." He said softly.
Liz inhaled sharply at hearing him say her full name for the first time. She felt butterflies in her stomach and scolded herself inwardly for being so silly. She looked down at her overalls which had paint all over it. "Thank you, though I can't say I share your opinion."
Ben looked into her eyes, feeling himself lost in their depth. He felt this great, overwhelming urge to kiss her. He moved a little closer about to make the move, when Liz got up and said, "It's so hot out here. Maybe we should go inside."
Ben looked up at her and thought that it would be the wisest thing to do. He said, "Yes, that's probably a good idea!" He helped her gather her stuff and they walked inside in silence.
That evening
"Lizzy! Are you almost ready? We'll be leaving soon!" Jane's voice could be heard from outside the bathroom door. "Lizzy? Are you okay in there?"
Lizzy said, "Yeah, Jane, fine. I'll be out soon."
Lizzy looked into the mirror. She had felt very sick all afternoon and had thrown up recently. She wasn't dressed as yet. A dreadful fear enveloped her heart as she studied her image. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she felt sure that her fears were well-founded. Panic gripped her as she felt an urge to vomit again. She didn't know what to do. She started to cry even harder as she watched her mascara flow down her cheeks. With one hand on her still flat stomach, she cried softly. This can't be happening! Oh god, you can't do this to me!!