Page 9 of Grind
Honestly, it doesn’t sound like the kind of place he’d frequent. But maybe when he’s drunk. Which is often, so I’ve heard. Maybe he saw the beautiful server through the window and decided to make it a place he’d frequent.
Would I do the same if I caught sight of Ava through the window one morning after heading home from the bar? Maybe.
She shifts around uncomfortably as the silence stretches, and I look up to meet her eyes. Her fingers are back in her hair, twirling it unconsciously. “No. We met in law school. I’m a second year.”
I’m careful not to slow down on my food prep, so she doesn’t see my surprise. A lawyer? I definitely didn’t see that coming.
“You work full-time and go to law school?” There’s admiration in my voice. I’m the middle son of an Irish family; I’ve got strong appreciation for that kind of hustle.
Ava smiles weakly and waves her hand. “Well, sometimes that’s what it takes. We don’t all have family money.”
She freezes, the color draining from her face, as she leaps to apologize. “I am so sorry, I didn’t mean…”
She’s too polite, too afraid of pissing people off. I imagine personally shattering the kneecaps of every person that made her feel like that. But good manners aren’t a bad thing.
“Don’t worry.” I give her an easy grin so she knows it’s okay. “But it’s not exactly like that. I’m no Stacy brat with a silver spoon. My dad owns a bar and some other businesses. He’s been an entrepreneur for a long time, but more bootstraps than ballrooms, if you know what I mean. But I’ve worked my way up, full-time since before I was eighteen. Construction, office work, you name it. My father always says that you need a lot of skills to get by.”
She smiles again then. A real smile that makes it all the way up to her eyes and lights up her face. It’s impossible not to smile back, as she looks at me with those bright green eyes.
“It sounds like I’d like your dad.”
Her words land hard. My father isn’t a happy subject right now, and it takes everything I’ve got not to harden up. I fight to keep the walls down, and my attention on the woman in front of me. The eggs hit the frying pan with a sizzle, and I slide bread into the toaster. Popping the lever down, the bread drops with a metallic ping.
“He’d like you. Admires fighters, like yourself.” I see her shoulders sag. Does she really not know that about herself? That’s something to address later. For now it’s best to move on. “I’m really impressed, but it sounds like you have a full plate.”
Actually, it sounds fucking insane, but clearly there’s something else going on here. Not everyone has a family that has their back, or one that lays out the entire path of their lives ahead of them practically before they’re born. That can be both good and bad.
Clearly, in her case, at least the lack of family hasn’t been a good thing. It sounds like she’s working way too hard. But she’s clearly not afraid of hard work. I admire that she’s going after her dreams.
Law school. That’s something to be proud of.
She nods. “Actually, it’s not so bad. The work’s shitty sometimes, but the money’s decent. And I love school, so that part is good. The whole thing with Brooks though, the stress. It’s a lot.” Her voice drops again, and she’s staring at her hands. She’s at a loss for what else to say, the way people get when nobody has asked how they’re doing in too long.
“Can I ask how you ended up with Brooks?”
There’s no judgment in it. Things happen. People turn out to be someone other than what you expect.
She’s obviously a smart woman, and he’s obviously a real shitbag. Right now, I want to understand the forces that pulled them together. Like it’ll help me understand who she is better, and how I can help.
Still, I don’t want to be another of her bullies. “No is an okay answer, Ava. You don’t have to tell me.”
Her shoulders had tensed at his name. She rubs her forehead and blinks a couple of times before saying softly, “We met at the first-year party, the one after orientation, just before school starts. Our advisor introduced us. She said we share similar interests. I want to go after corrupt politicians. His family was in politics.”
Her eyes meet mine and she snorts. “Clearly, she missed a few key details there. I didn’t have a lot of friends here in the city, and he looked good on paper. Something felt off, but I didn’t trust myself. That was my biggest mistake. And it’s a mistake I’ve paid for dearly.”
When a beat of silence goes on, I want to jump in to apologize. Shouldn’t have asked this. Don’t want her to have to relive it.
“We broke up late last year after everything bad happened. I moved. Things quieted down. Then we had a class together this semester, a mandatory class I couldn’t afford to take at a different time. He tracked me down to where I work, where I live. That’s when it started escalating again.”
My throat tightens and resolve hardens in my chest. I’m going to hurt Brooks Stacy very badly for what he’s done to this woman, and make sure that he never hurts her or anyone else again.
I duck my head, catch her eye, and give her a small smile. “It happens, Ava. We do the best we can to understand who people are, but at the end of the day? You’re always taking a chance.”
Like I took a chance bringing you here. Like you took a chance coming.
“The mistakes were his, Ava. Not yours.”
A minute goes by, and then she looks up at me again almost shyly. Those eyes. Good God. They’re the color of dark emeralds, shamrocks, and Fenway Park. All the best things in life for a Boston guy.
