“It’s going faster than we thought, so it shouldn't take but another day or two.”
Becky came out with a pair of Chloe’s father’s swim trunks. Matthew gladly accepted them and went into the bathroom to change.
“Beck, you mean the world to me. But if you find yourself wanting to wander off and let me have alone time with him, my heart won’t be broken…”Chloe winked.
“Best friends don’t let best friends deny themselves of that! If he seems like a good and safe guy, I’ll be on my way, darling.”
She heated up the food that Lois had prepared and left in the fridge. Matthew and Chloe were seated at one of the tables outside by the pool. Becky walked through the patio doors wheeling a cart that carried loads of food: pasta, salad, rolls, pie, and an expensive bottle of wine.
“Becky, you only have two plates,” said Chloe.
“It’s getting late, and I have to get ho—“
Chloe looked at Becky with a shocked expression. She cut her off so she wouldn’t say ‘home’.
“Hoagie is Becky’s grandmother’s dog. She’s been house sitting and taking care of the little pooch. She doesn’t like to be alone at night, so Becky has been staying there to keep her company.” The look of relief was evident on both girls’ faces.
“That’s cool you’re doing that, Becky. I love dogs,” replied Matthew, not catching the slip.
Becky leaned over and kissed Chloe on the cheek and then whispered “Hoagie?” in her ear, while she tried not to bust out laughing. She said goodbye to Matthew before turning and walking to her car.
“The neighbors said this house belongs to the Burlington’s. Is that Becky’s last name?”
“Yes, it is. Becky Burlington.” Chloe almost lost it. Great name for a doll…
“My last name is Sharp. What’s yours? I think it’s funny how we’re going to be neighbors in a few days, and I don’t even know your last name.”
Chloe was struggling to keep cool. How the hell did I forget that?! She kept chewing her food, giving herself time to think. Last name, last name…Nothing was coming to her mind. Glancing down at the table, her eyes landed on the silverware.
“Silver. Chloe Silver.”
“Nice name.”
Nice silverware.
Chloe had never shared an intimate meal with a guy before. Dinner with Edmund took place at his or her parent’s homes, or in restaurants. She never thought of herself as shy before, but that’s exactly how she was acting. As long as Matthew didn’t look directly at her when she spoke, she stayed less tongue tied. Regardless of her struggles to stay actively engaged in conversation, Chloe was enjoying Matthew’s wit, charm, and kindness. He was so down to earth. He didn’t brag, he wasn’t eyeing her up and down. He was just a really good guy.
"What kind of classes are you taking? I've always wanted to go into business, but tuition is too expensive. Are your folks going to help you out?"
"I think I've saved up enough money to pay for a couple of semesters of general courses." Chloe was careful to avoid talking about her parents, other than to say they’re out of town. She never in her life had such a pleasant conversation with a man. In her eyes, any person who would willingly put aside their dreams and goals to take care of their sick father who'd spent their life loving, sacrificing, and raising them, was amazing.
They hadn't realized how late it had gotten, until the pool lights came on. Both looked at each other and laughed. Then an awkward silence fell between them. The last thing Matthew and Chloe wanted was the evening to end.
“Miss Silver, would you like to go for a swim with me?”
“Sure," she said nervously. "Let me slip on my suit real quick. I’ll be right back.” Chloe only had bikinis in the pool house, but wished she had something less revealing. She couldn't go back in the main house to get a one piece suit in case Matthew followed her. That's all she needed was to be caught with a guy alone in the house and run into someone on patrol. Hopefully Becky was right about them being lazy at night. She had no idea what the third shift did, nor did she care. Most of the time, Chloe was in her room unless her friend was over. Now, she definitely cared.
Her hands were shaking as she tried to tie the back of her top and the sides to her bikini bottom. She wasn’t fearful of Matthew but was unaware of what his expectations would be. One thing was for sure, her bottoms would be staying on. Maybe he doesn’t like me like that. Friends would be okay…
Chloe heard Matthew dive into the pool as she was walking back outside. His head surfaced quickly, and he shook the water off his face. When she began to walk, she watched him stand up in the shallow end. Chloe tried not to let her mouth fall open. He was so beautiful to look at, and chances were, he didn’t even know it. Her nerves were getting the best of her. One foot in front of the other…
Matthew couldn't help but stare. Her white bathing suit and long blonde hair made her look almost angelic under the lights. For so long, he'd blocked thoughts like these from his head. He vowed to never again be vulnerable enough to experience the pain he’d gone through with the last woman. It almost crippled him. Josie forced him to see what he really was. Nothing. I should just say goodnight. He couldn’t seem to move an inch though.
Chloe could feel the butterflies in her stomach growing as she reached the edge of the pool. She tested the water with her toes. If going through life was as easy as this. She made a perfect dive in the cool water.
Matthew watched her tiny body stretch and glide. When she rose to the surface, she had a big smile on her face. For the first time since she was a child, she was excited about something. Chloe ended up standing about three feet in front of him.
He felt himself getting uncomfortable…nervous. Since when do I get nervous around a female?! But it was happening, and Matthew had to stop it quickly. “Becky’s pool is pretty huge. It’s way bigger than a regular one.” Then he let his eyes look around. Maybe she wants these things too. I’ll never be able to give her stuff like this, let alone a normal house. Hell, I’d have to save up just to pay for dinner and a dozen roses. Matthew made up his mind to stay within the friendship boundaries and not start anything. What if I’m overreacting and she isn’t like that?
“Are you getting used to living in this mansion?” Matthew nervously laughed.
“I’ve been here lots of times. Money doesn’t impress me and neither do material things.”