“How are things with Meredith?” he asks, as if he can read my mind.
“Good.” I shrug like it’s no big deal.
“What’s on your mind?”
“Nothing.”
He chews on a slice of pineapple. “You don’t show up at my house in the middle of the afternoon on a Friday for no reason.”
I chew the pineapple slowly, trying to verbalize the words that keep floating around in the back of my head.
“Spill it, for fuck’s sake,” Luke says with exasperation.
“Things with Mer are great…”
“But?”
“If something seems too good to be true, it usually is.”
Luke grows quiet. I glance up to find him watching me thoughtfully with narrowed eyes. “Do you think it’s too good to be true?”
“I think it’s happening fast, but I can’t seem to slow it down.”
“You’ve been in love with her since you were sixteen, man.”
“She’s not the same girl she was when she was sixteen, and I’m not the same either.”
“So you’re getting to know each other, and learn what’s changed, but at the heart of it, you’re still fundamentally the same people. Trust yourself. Trust your girl.” Luke shrugs as if it’s the easiest thing in the world. “I’m not saying be stupid about it. Keep your eyes and ears open, but you’ve found each other again after more than ten years apart. If it’s what you want, enjoy it.”
I nod thoughtfully and take another bite of the sweet fruit. “I know you’re right, but I can’t help but wonder when the other shoe is going to drop.”
“Why does it have to?”
“It doesn’t it’s just…” I push my hand through my hair and scrub my scalp with my fingertips. “What if something happens, like a job or something that takes her away again?”
“You still think she’d choose dance over you.”
Hearing Luke voice my deepest fear makes my mouth go dry. All I can do is jerk one shoulder up in a shrug.
“Part of learning each other is also learning to trust each other. Only time will do that.”
“I’m not a patient man.”
“I don’t know, you’ve been more patient than I would have been.” Luke grins and leans on the counter. “Enjoy her. Bring her for dinner some time. I always liked her.”
“I like her too,” Nat says as she joins us in the kitchen. “I got to page five in Ferdinand and Livie fell asleep too, so I get to have a grown up conversation now.”
“How are you, beautiful girl?” I ask and kiss her cheek. Luke’s eyes narrow and I can’t help but sling my arm over her shoulders and grin smugly at him.
“I’m good,” she says and hugs me around my waist.
“She likes me more,” I inform Luke.
“She tolerates you,” he says. “Like we all do.”
“Pshaw. I’m everyone’s favorite.” I kiss Nat’s head and then back away when Luke growls.
Even I know where the line is.
Natalie stands on her tiptoes and kisses Luke, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding on tight. When he comes up for air, she grins and says, “You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.”
“She’s just saying that.”
Luke flips me off and kisses his wife, and I’m suddenly aware that with two sleeping kids, this is an opportunity for them to have some time for just them.
“I’m gonna head out. Mer should be just about ready.”
“Bring her for dinner next week. Monday?” Nat says.
“She’ll be in LA early next week,” I reply and ignore the way my stomach clenches with nerves. “Then we have Vegas next weekend.”
“Well then I’ll get to chat with her in Vegas.”
“Sounds good. Bye guys.”
They’re giggling before I even close the front door. They’ve been together for a few years now, and are as much in love today as they were the day they got married.
My brother’s a lucky bastard.
But so am I.
I park on the street outside the studio and walk inside and the sight before me steals my breath.
A popular Starla song is blaring on the speakers and Jax and Mer are dancing, perfectly synced with each other, looking into each other’s eyes.
They didn’t hear me come in. I lean back on the desk and watch avidly as they sway and drift around the floor, watching themselves in the mirror.
“Watch your arms!” Jax calls out, scrutinizing Meredith.
Her arms look good to me.
The song is haunting, about love gone horribly wrong, and the dance has been translated to reflect it, portraying abuse and betrayal. The choreography is flawless, and when Jax moves like he’s hitting Mer across the face, it looks almost real.
My hands and jaw clench as they continue through the dance, and suddenly Jax lifts Mer up over his head and throws her, and she falls on her ass.
“Son of a mother fucker!” she yells, surprising the hell out of me.
“You’re not concentrating,” Jax says and stops the music. “We did this same move four years ago during the “Love’s Kiss” routine.”
“Not with the combination that comes before it. I can’t get my bearings in time for you to throw me like that, Jax, and I’m telling you, Starla won’t either.”
“What if we cut the half turn right before it?”
She leans her elbows on her knees and thinks it over for a minute. “Yeah, that could work.”
“Again.” Jax holds his hand out for her and lifts her to her feet. The music begins from the top, and they begin the routine again.
They are magnificent. The love and friendship they share shines through in their dance. They trust each other.
Part of me is jealous that I’ll never have this connection with Meredith, and the other part of me is just so fucking proud of her and thankful that she’s found this with Jax.
They approach the throw and change up the steps leading up to it, so when he throws her this time, she lands on her feet and they finish the routine flawlessly.
“Yes!” she yells and runs into Jax’s arms, hugging him tight.
“There we go,” he says and hugs her back. “God, you’re so good, cupcake.”