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PENELOPE BLOOM
CONTENTS
1. Nell
2. Harry
3. Nell
4. Harry
5. Nell
6. Harry
7. Nell
8. Harry
9. Nell
10. Harry
11. Nell
12. Harry
13. Nell
14. Harry
15. Nell
16. Harry
17. William
18. Nell
19. Harry
20. Nell
21. Harry
22. Nell
23. Harry
24. Nell
Reading Guide
Also By Penelope Bloom
1
NELL
T oday was the first day of my new life. Sure, I’d started to
lose track of how many first days of the rest of my life
I’d had, but this time would be different. Beauty school hadn’t
worked out, having a long-term boyfriend hadn’t worked out,
and following my dream of being an artist hadn’t worked out.
Today was the day I took the past and kicked it in the balls.
Maybe I’d even kick the future in the balls, while I was at it. It
was my first day as a professional bush sculptor, and I wasn’t
going to screw it up.
There might have been a few minor details that were
making me nervous about my first day. The biggest hurdle was
that my only experience in my new line of work was
brutalizing a bush outside my apartment with kitchen scissors.
But hey, it had been years since my high school art teacher
said there must not have been an artistic gene in my family
history, even if you went back to the stone age. I’d been
making sculptures in my spare time since then with the hope
that I’d be able to go back and slam one down on her desk
triumphantly. I was still kind of working on that part. Either
way, I’d practically trained to trim this bush my whole life,
and I was going to nail it. Probably.
I just needed to focus. The eye of the tiger. Eye on the
prize. Two birds in the bush—
I closed my eyes. Mental diarrhea wasn’t going to help.
All I needed to do was decide this would be the first time I
didn’t screw everything up. I wasn’t going to fail. I couldn’t
fail. I might only be twenty-two, but a person could only
handle so many miserable failures before it started to drive
them crazy. I was pretty sure I’d already reached that point, so
I really, really needed this to work. I needed it to work for my
own sake and especially for my little sister’s sake. She wanted
to go to music school, which my parents couldn’t and
wouldn’t pay for. I’d secretly been saving money to help her
pay her way through when she graduated high school next
year, but I’d only put away enough to get her through her first
year.
The van bumped and jostled us around like it was rolling
on cinderblocks instead of wheels. After nearly half an hour,
my nose still hadn’t acclimated to the smell of the guys who
were riding with me. If you took an old sock, dipped it in
vinegar, and then scrubbed it with cheese, you might get close
to the smell of my new co-workers.
“You with me over there, Nell?” Davey asked. He’d been
my best friend since Kindergarten, and he’d helped me get this
job. “You’ve got that stupid look on your face.”
“I don’t get stupid looks on my face.”
“It’s not that you look stupid. It’s that I know you’re
thinking about something stupid. Remember when you asked
me if caterpillars know they’re going to become butterflies?
Or if Ryan Gosling was going to legally change his name to
Ryan Goose when he got old enough?”
“Yes, and those are not stupid questions.”
Davey pursed his lips. “Objectively? Yes, they are. So,
what is it this time?”
“I don’t want to tell you now. You’re going to make fun of
me.”
“I probably won’t.”
I sighed. “I was just thinking about how if I breathe out
hooh, it’s cold, but if I breathe out, haah, it’s hot.” I’d actually
been thinking about where I’d find enough cardboard to make
my house if I got fired from this job, but I didn’t feel like
bumming Davey out.
Davey put his palm to his forehead for a few seconds
before laughing. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.
Even from you.”
I raised an eyebrow at him in challenge.
“What?”
“I’m just waiting because I know you’re dying to try it out
and see if I’m right.”
“It doesn’t matter if you’re right. It’s…” Davey sighed,
then turned his head slightly and breathed into the palm of his
hand twice. Hooh. Haah.
I smirked in triumph.
“Just because you’re right, it doesn’t make it any less
stupid,” he said.
“I’m pretty sure being right means it’s not stupid by
default.”
The guy beside me snorted a little like he’d just woken up.
“Hell yeah,” he grunted.
“See?” I said. “He agrees with me.”
Davey leaned closer and lowered his voice. “That’s Carl,
and Carl is going to agree with anything you say because you
have boobs.”
“Still,” I shrugged. I also wondered if Carl would be as
enthusiastic about my boobs if he knew how much magic my
bra worked for me.
I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, even though it
was hard to relax with the way the van was bumping me
halfway out of my seat every few seconds.
I still couldn’t quite believe I was here. Just a few months
ago, it had seemed like everything was on track. I had a
boyfriend. I was starting beauty school. I was going to be a
hairdresser, and I was going to be doing something that
excited me finally. I wondered if any of the guys sharing the
van with me ended up here the same way—like this was some
kind of smelly purgatory for people who realized they weren’t
cut out to chase their dreams.
Or maybe they were just as poor as me and weren’t about
to turn their noses up at paying work.
Thankfully, I was never the type to wallow. Yes, my
situation sucked. No, I wasn’t going to let it bring me down.
Besides, I wasn’t just doing any kind of gardening. I was a
“bush sculptor.” Last time I checked, any sort of sculpting was
art. In other words, I was now a professional artist.
Davey was currently trimming his nails, even though the
van was shaking enough that I thought he was just as likely to
take off a finger. It was either brave or stupid. Knowing him, it
was a bit of both. I’d never tell him as much, but I only
introduced myself to him back in our Kindergarten days
because he reminded me of a little turtle. He had an oversized,
slightly pointy upper lip and a slow, wobbling way of walking.
I also still secretly very much enjoyed his turtleness, but I
didn’t think that was the sort of thing he’d want to hear.
He nudged me. “You’ll be fine, Nell. Relax,” He tapped
my clenched hands with his knuckles like he was trying to
crack an egg.
I smirked, forcing myself to relax. “Do I look nervous?”
“You look like you’re trying to shit a diamond the size of
my fist.”
I scrunched up my face. “First of all, I don’t shit. I’m a
lady. I relieve myself in a polite, proper manner. And even if I
did… poop, it would smell like roses and be daintily sized.”
Davey grinned. “It sounds like you forgot we’re
roommates because there was nothing polite and proper about
—”
I kicked his foot, which, thankfully got him to stop. Some
of the other guys in the van were throwing curious glances our
way. “I might be nervous, but it’s only because I want to do a
good job.”
“It’s just trimming bushes, Nell. How badly could you
mess it up?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” I pointed to my hair, which was
currently a bold shade of orange. It was just one little reminder
of my glorious exit from beauty school. Maybe I should’ve
taken it as a sign that I wasn’t ready for the test when I
practiced on myself and failed the night before my exam. I’d
been aiming for a gentle kind of blonde—just a touch lighter
than my natural brown. Whoops.
Davey looked thoughtful at that. “You do kind of have a
tendency to screw up everything you touch, and I mean that in
the most supportive way possible.”
I grinned. “Thanks. I don’t know what I’d do if you
weren’t around to remind me that I’m a professional at
sucking.”
Davey snorted. “I didn’t need to know what you’ve been
doing for cash on the side.”
I glared, but couldn’t help grinning, even though I was
pretty sure the other guys in the van thought I was batshit
crazy by now. “I’m going to ignore that. And no, I’m not
going to mess this up. I need this job.” I leaned in and lowered
my voice. “And I won’t forget that you put your ass on the line
to help me get it.”
He nodded. “My ass is yours.”
I gave him a wry smile. “Not exactly what I meant, but…
thanks?”
“Oh, look. We’re here.”
A quick glance out the window showed me that Davey
hadn’t been kidding when he told me most of The Gardening
Gnome’s clients lived in mansions. I’d been nervous before,
but now I thought my stomach was going to fall out of my ass.
Calm down, Nell. You can do this.
History implied that, in fact, I probably couldn’t. If I
wanted to let my past dictate my future, I might as well find a
dark corner, curl up in a ball, and avoid trying to do anything
for the rest of my life. All things considered, the path forward
seemed pretty clear: keep trying, even if it ends up turning into
another disaster.
I thought about my little sister, Ashley, to take my mind off
visions of burning bushes and me with a pair of gardening
shears jabbed through my chest. Sometimes, when everything
got too hard, I’d just pull up one of the videos on her YouTube
channel of her singing and playing guitar. She put so much
heart into her singing, and even if I was biased, I thought she
was incredibly talented. I couldn’t watch her videos without
tearing up with pride. That little booger deserved better than
what I’d managed for myself. She wasn’t a chronic failure like
me, and she actually had talent. So I was going to do
everything I could to make sure I didn’t screw up this
Gardening Gnome job, for her.
And for Davey, I guessed, to a lesser extent, considering
he’d definitely get fired too if I messed this up.
If only I had some slight idea of how to properly sculpt a
bush. I mean, I did watch a couple videos on YouTube last
night… what could go wrong?
2
HARRY
NELL
HARRY
I ’d always had a thing for boats, even when the nicest one I
could afford was rusted through and barely big enough to
hold a cooler. More often than not, I missed the days when my
brother and I would head out to the lake after school in our
shitty little boat to catch some fish. I missed when things were
simple—when my biggest concern was how long it was until
deer season or how I’d manage to fit in some fishing over the
weekend between football games.
Right now, I was fitting fishing in between a release party
and my overwhelming temptation to find my way back to the
garden and talk to Nell again before she was out of my life—
maybe for good.
I leaned back and let the sun sink into my skin. I tried to
put everything from my head and go back to those simple days
when I was younger, but I just couldn’t do it. I’d done what
everybody tries so hard to do: I’d “made it.” I got to worry
about the kind of things everybody thought they wanted to
worry about. I worried about which accountants could handle
my money best. I worried about whether “my money was
working for me,” as the saying went. The most fun was
worrying about what every new person in my life’s angle was.
Everybody had an angle. That was a lesson I learned really
early on once the money started rolling in.
But I coped. I had my ways. Today, it was being out on the
boat and my early morning workout—even if the addition of
my brother had been unexpected and somewhat irritating. Both
experiences were also filled with visions of the orange-haired
girl in the garden. During my workout, I had barely been able
to stop staring out the window at her. Now I could hardly form
a thought without circling back to her—imagining how her
lips had looked so inviting when they spread into that crooked
grin of hers. I only wished I knew if my quickly growing
obsession was real, or if my brother had managed to
artificially implant it in my brain with his comments in the
gym.
I let the sound of the water lapping against my small,
single-engine boat draw me out of my thoughts. I listened to
the chirp of insects along the water and the rustle of wind
against the trees. With my eyes closed, I could let those
familiar sounds take me back to all the times I’d been on the
water before, to the times when it felt like my mind was right.
Today, it wasn’t enough. Even a perfect, serene day like
today couldn’t compete with the buzzing background noise of
Nell. Half of me was sure she’d turn out to be like all the other
women. The other half of me wanted to believe my instinct
that there was something different about her. I nearly turned
the boat around right there and just got it over with, but I still
had to handle my brother’s conference call in a few minutes.
Taking things farther with her would be a mistake, anyway.
I knew how that story ended before I even opened the book.
“You with me?” Peter asked.
I stirred a little, then glared. My brother knew the fishing
code. He was supposed to respect the silence of the moment,
especially when I was obviously deep in thought. Fishing had
never really been a passion of his, even if he wouldn’t admit it.
Peter was even grouchier than I was, so owning up to the fact
that he just came out on the boat for an excuse to enjoy some
brotherly bonding would’ve been too much for him. I let him
keep his little secret.
He was sitting across from me on the only other spare strip
of wood to sit on in the small boat. He looked out of place in
the simple fishing button-down and khaki’s I’d let him borrow.
Unlike me, Peter didn’t seem to be a different person
depending on the situation. He was always Peter. Always
contemplative, a little grumpy, and intelligent. You could’ve
put him in full camouflage and still marked him as an author
from thirty paces away.
“Yeah,” I said. “I’m here.”
Peter glared right back. Ever since he’d met Violet a
couple months back, he’d softened a bit. Good for him, but he
could still go screw himself. “They are going to call in a
couple minutes, and you probably want to be conscious when
they do. No, let me rephrase. As my agent, I definitely want
you to be conscious when they call because you’re supposed
to be getting me a better deal. And you promised coming out
on the boat right now wouldn’t screw it up.”
“I’m good. I was just thinking.”
“Yeah, I know you were thinking. You were brooding so
hard I could practically feel the boat vibrate.”
“Contrary to popular belief, I don’t vibrate when I brood.”
“What has you brooding this time?”
“Is this going to be a new thing? Because I’ll change the
locks if it is.”
“Until you stop looking so miserable when you think
nobody is looking? Maybe it is. And I’ll break your fucking
windows if you change the locks, so go ahead.”
I smirked. “Look. I appreciate that you’re looking out for
me. I do, even if it’s weird. I just… I went on autopilot for a
long time, and I guess when I finally stopped and looked
around, I wasn’t sure I liked where I ended up.”
Peter nodded seriously. “You thinking about stepping away
from being an agent?”
“No. I enjoy the work. I enjoy my hobbies. Something’s
missing, though.”
“Yeah, a woman.”
I immediately pictured Nell. I’d done this to myself. By
avoiding dating for over a year, I should’ve known when I
finally wanted to jump back into a relationship, I’d fall
dangerously hard.
“Did you ever have issues with women and your money?”
I asked suddenly.
“What, like gold diggers? Sure.”
“I was thinking more like people changing once they got a
taste of it. I don’t think most people are mentally ready to have
more money at their disposal than they know what to do with.
It breaks them.”
Peter grinned. “Don’t you think that’s a little dramatic?”
“No. Think about it. How many times did you meet
someone who completely changed once they got a taste of
your money? Or how many people have we known who
became unbearable once they got their hands on some of their
own?”
Peter shrugged. “Quite a few, I guess.”
“Exactly. And how many people would still wake up and
go to work every day if they didn’t need the money?”
“Not many, probably.”
“Yeah. Money is the carrot on the end of the stick. It
makes a long work week feel like it was a valuable use of
time. It makes taking shitty jobs more bearable because you’re
getting something you need out of it. But once you unplug
from the system? You immediately alienate yourself from
everybody who is still plugged in. How is somebody working
sixty hours a week going to relate to any of your problems if
you’ve got tens of millions in the bank?”
“And this ties back to your problems with women? Just
date women who already have money. Problem solved.”
“But it doesn’t. I don’t fit in with all these people. Not
really. I need somebody real. Just a normal person, but if it
gets serious with a woman like that, the money ruins them.”
“Don’t give them money, maybe?”
“What happens if I get married? And how long am I
supposed to expect girlfriends to suffer financially while
knowing I could solve all their problems with the stroke of a
pen? It’s not that easy.”
Peter sighed. “Obviously you’ve thought about this a lot
because you’ve got a thousand reasons to keep being
miserable. Let me be an author for a second here and ask you a
metaphorical question: If you were stuck in a hole and you
knew there was almost positively no way to get out, and no
help was coming, what would you rather do? Would you rather
sit down and wait to die, or would you rather spend your last
days trying everything you could to get out?”
“It pisses me off when you make good points. Even
metaphorical ones.” I thought about Nell again. The truth was
I wanted to try, even if I was almost sure it wouldn’t work. I
wanted to fight for it to work because my gut told me she was
worth a fight, as crazy as that sounded. I’d barely spoken to
her. For all I knew she could belong to some crazy extremist
group. Worse, she could be a vegan.
The only thing I knew was that my pulse spiked when I
remembered her face, from the exotic angle of her eyes to the
way her mouth moved—almost crooked and always with a
playful expression, turned up at the corners looking
mischievous.
My phone rang, snapping me back to the moment. I
answered it on speaker phone.
“Harry and Peter here,” I said.
We exchanged formalities for a few minutes before getting
to the part where Peter’s publisher tried to low-ball us on their
offer for his newest book.
I absently set my hook with some fresh bait and tossed it
back into the water. “This is what’s going to happen. I’m
hanging up the phone. You all can take a few minutes to think
about whether you really want to motivate us to call around
and see what another publisher would be willing to pay. Then
you call us back and make a respectable offer. If we don’t like
it, we’re walking.” I hung up the phone.
Peter raised his eyebrows. “Do you always have to be such
an ass to the people we’re trying to get to pay me?”
“It’s negotiating. I doubt we’d actually get a better offer
anywhere else, though.”
“And what if they just tell us to go screw ourselves?”
“Then it’ll turn out that you shouldn’t have trusted your
brother to be your agent. But they won’t. We have something
they want. They’ve already told us what they’re willing to pay.
Offending them isn’t going to change their mind.”
The phone rang again just a minute later. Once we listened
to the slightly improved offer, I spread my hands at Peter and
gave him my best shit-eating-grin.
After we’d wrapped up the call, I felt the usual, warm glow
of nailing a deal. In a way, negotiating was an addiction for
me.
“There’s a real smile,” Peter said. “I just wonder if it’s
from getting the deal, or because you’re imagining giving this
orange-haired girl the business.”
I kicked his leg and laughed. “Can I have my normal big
brother back? The one who is too interested in himself to
notice if I’m on fire?”
Peter punched my shoulder. “You mean go back to
pretending I don’t keep an eye on you? Sure. For now. And
good job with the contract, by the way.”
“Yeah, well, I’m on a constant mission to prove I don’t
work for you just because I’m your brother. I work for you
because you couldn’t find anyone better if you tried.”
“So you keep telling me.”
“Yeah, now if you don’t mind, I’ve got to turn this boat
around to take care of something.”
Peter gave me a sly look. “I’m glad my pep talk worked.
And you also realized you were going to lose our bet over who
brought home the most fish.”
I looked over at Peter. “How many fish have you caught?”
He scrunched up his eyebrows. “None. We just got here.”
“Just making sure.” I gave my line a little twitch and
immediately felt the tug of a fish biting. After a few moments
of pulling my line in, I lifted a nice-sized sheepshead out of
the water. “I win,” I said.
Peter made an annoyed sound and dropped his tackle box
to the bottom of the boat.
As much as I hated taking advice from anyone, especially
Peter, I had to admit he had some decent points. Based on the
few minutes I’d spoken to Nell; I couldn’t possibly know if we
would be a good fit. All I knew was I liked how I felt when I
talked to her, and I wanted a little more of it. For once, I just
needed to stop trying to think about what was going to happen
down the line. I needed to enjoy the moment, and at this
particular moment, I wanted to see the gardener girl again.
The sun was out, but it had turned out to be a pleasantly cool
day. I could see gardeners all over the property as I headed
toward the large bushes where Nell should’ve been working.
I’d only stopped in the house long enough to shower and get
changed before going out to find her.
I paused when I saw her bush.
It was… interesting.
Nell was on a small ladder with a pair of garden shears
while she made adjustments to what I had to assume was
supposed to be the penguin.
“Wow,” I said.
Nell turned. She apparently forgot she was standing on a
small ladder, because the movement immediately sent her
toppling backward, bringing the ladder with her. If I hadn’t
steadied the ladder myself, the whole thing—Nell included—
would’ve crashed to the ground.
“Thank you,” she said once it was steady. “You scared the
crap out of me. I mean, not literally. I’m potty trained.” Nell’s
cheeks started to burn a bright red, and she was staring into the
distance, almost like she had stepped into an alternate universe
where she had to re-live the last few seconds for an eternity.
“That’s good. But if you weren’t, I guess it wouldn’t be so
bad, considering your line of work. Human waste makes great
fertilizer.”
The sun had risen since our first conversation, and it
seemed like I was fully seeing her for the first time now. The
afternoon light made her orange hair glow like actual fire,
which made for a shocking contrast between her dark
eyebrows and blue eyes. There was a patch of freckles I hadn’t
noticed across her delicate, sloped nose, too. Tiny beads of
sweat formed there, still small enough that they seemed to
defy gravity as they clung to her soft skin.
“I really—” she cleared her throat and deepened her voice.
“I think maybe it would be best if I just communicated with
you through hand gestures from now on. Every time I open my
mouth, it’s like I’m trying to convince you I’m a bumbling
idiot.”
I thought about that. I could see why she must’ve felt that
way. From the green monstrosity that was towering behind us
to the way she’d fallen in the bush earlier, I guess I normally
would have considered her to be too much of a mess. So why
did none of that seem to bother me? “No,” I said after a few
moments. “I don’t think you’re an idiot.”
She bit her lip as she descended the ladder and turned to
face me. Then she made a kind of upward brushing motion on
her chest.
I narrowed my eyes. “Is that sign language?”
She nodded.
“I see. If you’re a sign language expert, can you tell me
how to say, ‘is that bush supposed to look like a giant cock and
balls?’”
Nell’s eyes widened in horror as she looked at her work.
The “penguin” was nothing but a tall, cylindrical shaft so far.
It looked like she had tried to show where its neck was, but the
head was slightly larger than the rest of the shaft, which made
it look like she’d actually tried to sculpt the rim of a penis.
Then there was the snowman I’d asked for the penguin to be
building. I guessed it was supposed to be at the point of
construction where nothing but the bottom-most section had
been set down, and the middle ball was being shaped. Except
both balls were conveniently set at the “feet” of the penguin.
In other words, the giant penis also had two lopsided balls.
“Well, this is just the part where I kind of do the outlines. I
really wouldn’t put much…” she trailed off and put her hands
on her hips. I absently wondered how small and fragile she’d
feel if those were my hands there—if I was lifting her to sit her
on my bed. “Okay. Yeah. It looks like a big penis.”
“I’d say this is sort of like a Freudian slip on your part, but
I think those are supposed to be small. I’ve never seen one this
big.”
“That’s disappointing to hear.” Nell clapped a hand to her
mouth, and her eyes bulged.
I chuckled in surprise. I hadn’t seen that coming from the
woman. She seemed cripplingly self-conscious at first, but the
more I spoke to her, the more I saw there was an unquenchable
flame inside her. What interested me was how her lack of
confidence managed to coexist with what seemed to be an
unstoppable force of will. “You’re more dangerous than you
look.”
Nell’s cheeks were bright red. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know
where that came from. But no, I’m not usually dangerous.
Unless you’re a big bush whose deepest, darkest fear is being
turned into a giant penis and balls, at least.”
“And what if I’m a man who wasn’t planning on becoming
infatuated with a gardener?”
Nell smiled with what I was coming to realize was her
trademark lip bite accompaniment.
“Well,” she said carefully. “I’d be curious to know what
would be so bad if you became infatuated with a gardener? Is
there something wrong with her?”
I eyed the bush penis and balls with a grin. “Probably.
Yes.”
“Did you consider that the gardener girl may not welcome
your infatuation?”
I studied the way she was watching me with that lopsided
smile of hers. “No. I’m fairly sure it would be mutual.”
“You’re certainly a cocky one, aren’t you?”
“Considering the evidence at hand,” I said, gesturing to the
bush. “Don’t you think it’s a little hypocritical to call me
cocky?”
Nell laughed. “Do you normally flirt with your hired help?
Is this some kind of rich guy ritual, I mean? Like you all
gather around campfire’s fueled by dollar bills and talk about
the housemaids you’ve deflowered?”
“Almost. We usually use hundred-dollar bills.”
“Funny. But you’re dodging my question.”
“No. Believe it or not, I don’t make a habit of flirting with
anyone—hired help or otherwise. I kind of swore off
relationships a year back. Every woman I dated just left me
feeling more and more empty. Before long—” I cleared my
throat and lowered my eyes. “And I also don’t know why I’m
telling you all this.” Since when did I ramble on and open up
in front of people I barely knew? There was just something
about Nell’s wide, inviting eyes and easy smiles that made it
feel all too natural to get comfortable.
Nell licked her lips. “I just got out of a bad relationship a
couple months ago. I also make this kind of snorting, choking
noise that’s really gross when I laugh too hard.” She paused,
probably noting the confused look on my face. “I’m making us
even. You gave me a slightly compromising bit of information,
so I didn’t want you to feel like you were out on the ledge
alone.”
I found myself smiling. “What’s the catch with you?” I
asked.
“Pardon?”
“Forget I said anything.” Inwardly, I was still smiling. I
couldn’t tell her what I was thinking without making myself
look strange. I just didn’t understand how somebody like Nell
could practically fall into my lap like she had. For years, I’d
desperately tried to manufacture a spark between myself and
dozens of women. I had begun to believe that love and
infatuation were myths—just wishful thinking on the part of
desperate men and women who were tired of being alone.
Love, I had decided, was a delusion. It was nothing more than
a mental trick to cope with the lie we’d all been fed by books
and movies.
Except Nell was making me question everything I’d
believed. With nothing but a few coy smiles and a handful of
looks from those sparkling eyes, she’d lit something in me that
was exciting and frightening. There was certainly nothing
manufactured about the feelings she was stirring up inside me.
“Hmm,” Nell said. “Forget you said anything? That’s
usually the kind of request people make when they realize the
truth is too juicy to share.”
“Nah.” I found myself shifting uncomfortably and rubbing
the back of my neck. Obviously, she was completely right in
this case. Except the juicy truth would probably creep her out.
Normal, functioning adults didn’t start falling this hard, and
this fast for somebody they just met. And if they did, they
definitely didn’t talk about it.
Nell looked skeptical, as she probably should.
I needed to say something or the awkwardly thick air
between us was going to become suffocating. “There’s going
to be a party here. Tonight,” I said. “You should come. You
could be there to see how everyone likes your huge cock and
balls.”
Nell laughed. She had a hearty, genuine kind of laugh that
made me like her even more. She seemed like the kind of
person who was easily amused but in the best kind of way. “If
you don’t stop teasing me about it, I’m going to actually try to
make this thing look like a penis.”
I squinted at it. “If this is you trying not to make it look
like a penis. I’m wondering what it would look like if you put
your mind to it.”
Nell crossed her arms. “Assuming I am considering your
offer of coming to this party, what would I need to wear?”
“A dress. It’ll be a black tie for the men kind of event.
Something fancy.”
“Okay. I can do that.”
I bottled up the excitement I felt inside. For all my worries
about whether I was making the right choice by coming back
to talk to her, I hadn’t even stopped to wonder what would
happen if Nell hadn’t welcomed my interest. Thankfully, it
seemed like I wasn’t going to need to worry about it, and the
realization made me want to fist pump. Instead, I smiled as
calmly as I could. “Perfect. I’ll see you tonight, then?”
“Normally, I don’t really do stuff like this. But for once…
sure. Why not?”
“Here’s my number,” I said, fishing out one of my business
cards. “That’s a direct line to my cell. If you text me your
address, I can have you picked up and brought here.”
She looked a little skeptically at the card. “Provide me
with a ride, huh?”
“I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just that I’ll be stuck here
making arrangements for the party and can’t slip away to give
you a ride. I was trying not to presume you had reliable
transportation is all.”
“My transportation is extremely reliable, thank you very
much.”
I grimaced. I could see that I’d annoyed her. In my head, it
had seemed better than asking if she had a car or money for a
cab. “I’m sure it is. I hope you’re still planning on coming
tonight. It would really be a shame if the dick sculptor weren’t
here to represent her work.”
“The dick sculptor? I actually prefer the title of
cockitecht.”
“I’ll be sure to get it right when I have the plaque made up.
By the way, were you planning to finish this in time to, uh,
erect the other bushes, or is leaving them un-sculpted also part
of your artistic vision?”
She looked to the two remaining bushes, and I could
clearly read the dread in her eyes. The gardeners were
supposed to be wrapping up in about an hour, and it had taken
her several just to create the one masterpiece. “You read my
mind,” she said quickly. “It’s a message about contrast and
that sort of thing. Behind every great bush, there’s actually a
huge cock and balls.”
“Like a twist on the whole behind every great man is a
great woman?”
“Sure,” she said.
I laughed. “Right. Well, I’ll be looking forward to tonight.”
“I can’t wait.” She half-breathed the sentence, then seemed
to replay it in her mind and winced a little. “Let me rephrase
that in a less pathetic way. I will see you tonight, and I won’t
spend the next few hours thinking about it.”
“That makes one of us.”
She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it
abruptly. She made that same upward brushing gesture from
before on her chest and smiled.
I chuckled. Back to sign language, it seemed. I hadn’t been
kidding when I said I was going to look forward to having her
join me at the party. One minute, I’d been trying to convince
myself the spark I felt was a recipe for an explosion down the
line—and not the good kind. The next, I had practically jogged
across the property to catch her before she left.
When I thought back on it all, it was honestly pathetic. My
resolve to stay away from Nell hadn’t even lasted a full day.
But maybe that was a good sign. Maybe it meant she wasn’t
going to end up like every other woman I’d dated. It was a lot
of “maybe’s,” but I guessed I wouldn’t have to wait that long
to find out.
5
NELL
HARRY
NELL
HARRY
NELL
HARRY
Nell’s place was half an hour outside the city, which gave us
plenty of time to awkwardly not talk about much of anything.
Nell occasionally pointed towards an exit or a street for me to
turn off on.
The uncomfortable silence gave me plenty of time to think.
Mostly, I thought about what was holding Nell back. Most
women made no secret that they wanted to date me. I wasn’t
bad looking, I had a successful career, and I was loaded. For
everybody I’d ever met since making my fortune, that had
been enough. It never mattered if I misspoke or if I made a
mistake. They were always willing to forgive me because they
thought I was a catch. It was a big reason I’d become so bitter
about dating.
Part of what intrigued me with Nell was how hard she was
trying to keep me at arm’s length. I knew from the looks in her
eyes that it wasn’t an easy battle. Part of her wanted to like
me. So why was she fighting so hard to hold her feelings
back? I didn’t want her to care about my money, but I also
wanted to know why she seemed to be the only woman I’d
met who didn’t.
My own thoughts were a mess. Half of me was ready to
pull over and order her to jump out of the car. I was risking my
career, and everyone’s I cared about by going up against
Damian and his father—and I had no doubt about that
anymore, continuing to pursue Nell, let alone talk to her, was
going to piss off Damian.
The other half of me relished the idea of the fight. Fuck
Damian Cross and his powerful daddy. I was one of the best
literary agents in the country, and even if I were blacklisted by
all the top publishers, I’d find a way.
“You okay?” Nell asked.
Her question startled me. “Do I look like I’m not?”
“You look like you’re trying to choke the life out of your
steering wheel.”
I forced myself to relax my grip a little. “I’m fine. I just get
nervous around pretty women.” I inwardly cringed. I just get
nervous around pretty women? Was that really what I was
going with?
Nell looked away.
I wanted to kick myself in the balls. I wasn’t used to
playing from behind, and apparently, my lack of practice was
showing. “So,” I said. “Are you planning to keep working for
the Gardening Gnome?”
She nodded. “I got my boss to give me a week off. I didn’t
want to officially quit until I knew if somebody was actually
going to buy the bush like Maya thinks.”
“Maya North is a big name in the art world. Based on her
reaction, I’d say it’s a safe bet. Not that I’m voting for you to
quit the gardening gig, that is. It sounds like you’re pretty
passionate about it.”
Nell looked over at me, and I couldn’t say for sure, but I
thought she was holding something back. She chewed her lip,
then looked down at her lap. “Yeah,” she said. “I actually used
to think I wanted to be a sculptor when I was a kid, but my
high school art teacher practically begged me to give that up,
so…”
“Wait, really?” I asked. “What kind of art teacher tells kids
to give up?”
“A realistic one? I think her exact words were ‘you
couldn’t properly sculpt the broad side of a barn if I gave you
a mold for it.’”
I squinted. “What?”
“Like… Never mind,” Nell shook her head and studied her
lap. “What about you? When you’re not throwing fancy
parties, what do you do for fun?”
“Hunting, sports, pretty much anything outdoors.”
She tilted her head like she was trying to imagine that side
of me. I couldn’t blame her. She had seen me buttoned up and
proper. In a lot of ways, she didn’t even know the real me.
“My uncle used to take me fishing,” she said. “It was
always kind of nice, but I felt bad when we actually caught
fish. So I just dangled a line with no hook in the water.”
I laughed. “You might like hunting, too. We could just use
paintball guns or something if you didn’t want to kill the
animals.”
“Is that a thing?” she asked. “Paintball gun hunting?”
I shrugged. “Why not?”
She looked suddenly uncomfortable.
“Sor—” I cut myself off and gritted my teeth. Why did it
always feel like I was apologizing to her? “Hey, look,” I said.
“I get that I got off on the wrong foot with you at the party.
The whole thing with Damian… I was an ass. I knew the guy
from way back, and I was competitive. It was stupid, and it
won’t happen again.”
Nell studied me. I’d given her less than a half-truth, but I
hoped it was at least a step in the right direction. In my head, I
was telling her as much as I possibly could, and I had to cross
my fingers that she could tell I was trying to be open with her.
“Okay,” she said. “I believe you. And I get it. I’m sorry I
stormed off, too. I had a bad experience with a jealous
boyfriend, and it’s still pretty recent. So I’m extra sensitive in
that department.”
Great. Not only had I made an ass of myself, but I’d gone
and accidentally triggered what sounded like her biggest red
flag. I knew I was taking a dangerous step by trying to mend
the damage with a lie, but I was reasonably sure I’d only do
more damage with the truth. How would it sound if I tried to
throw Damian under the bus, especially if I explained how
much was personally at stake for me? She’d just think I was
trying to talk her into breaking things off with him to protect
myself.
I may not like it, but lying—no, withholding the truth—
was my best option for now.
“Is this it?” I asked, pointing to a sign for an apartment
complex off a busy commercial road.
“Yep. This is my crib.”
I pulled into the parking lot out front. I hadn’t been
wealthy for my whole life, so looking at Nell’s apartment
complex didn’t feel precisely like culture shock. Instead, I
only felt a deep, pulsing desire to get her out of here. The
building was crusted with mold, and the cars in the parking lot
were battered, sun-bleached, and old. Two guys in white tank
tops were huddled by the side of the building with their heads
close together.
“I’ll walk you up,” I said suddenly.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“No. I insist.”
Nell didn’t protest again as she led me up the three flights
of stairs to her floor. We traveled down a short hallway, and
then I waited while she had to jiggle and force her key into the
lock.
“It gets stuck sometimes. Just takes—” she grunted with
effort and finally got the key to slam into the hole. “Some
convincing.”
She opened the door just barely a crack and then turned to
smile awkwardly at me. “Well.”
“Well…”
“I’d better get going. Damian did say he was going to have
a stylist coming by.”
“Yeah,” I said, but I didn’t move.
Nell laughed, then smiled. “This is usually the part where
you kind of just walk off, I think.”
“That’s one version of how it goes. The other is you
inviting me in.”
Nell’s face went white. I immediately regretted what I’d
said. As much as I thought I’d felt the chemistry between us
rekindling, her reaction told me I’d completely misread her.
“Right.” I shook my head and laughed softly at myself.
“When it comes to you, I apparently have a serious case of
foot in mouth. I’ll just—”
“Uh, wait.” Nell sucked in a deep breath and blew it out as
she looked toward her door. “Wait here a second.” She
slammed the door in my face.
I stood there, feeling confused until I heard the rattle and
thump of somebody hastily cleaning up. Plates clattered in the
sink, from the sound of it, and then something heavy thudded
down on the floor. I heard a muffled “shitttt,” followed by
several long, hissing intakes of breath. After nearly a minute,
Nell opened the door again. She was rubbing her knee and
wincing. “Well, what kind of person would I be if I didn’t at
least offer you a bag of frozen peas after punching you in the
face?”
11
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HARRY
NELL
HARRY
I felt good. I mean, aside from the part where kissing Nell
had turned into racing back to shore to get her to the
emergency room. Thankfully, the cut on her head had been
pretty shallow, but since it was on her forehead, it was
bleeding like crazy. I was more worried that she had a
concussion based on how woozy she’d looked standing up.
But I felt good because I came clean. Telling the truth had
felt like shrugging a giant boulder off my shoulders. So, while
I sat beside her as she slept in the hospital bed, I made a quiet
vow to myself that I’d always be honest with her from here on
out, especially when it wasn’t easy. Nell deserved that. I knew
most women would’ve pushed me over the boat after I
confessed what I did to her. It was just too bad that some
asshole of a whale had decided to interrupt us. God only knew
how far things would’ve gone if it hadn’t been for him.
Maybe it was for the best, though. If I’d slept with Nell on
the boat, I might’ve wondered if she was really in a state of
mind to make a decision like that. She was in the middle of a
crazy phase of her life, and I’d just upended it by telling her
the truth about Damian. I could forgive myself the kiss, but
anything more would’ve been questionable, to put it lightly.
Her friend, Davey, came into the doctor’s office with a
young, teenage girl at his side. I squinted in confusion for a
few seconds as I tried to figure out if she was his girlfriend. I
hoped not, because she didn’t quite look old enough to vote,
let alone date a guy in his twenties. Then I saw the
resemblance. She didn’t have crazy, dyed hair, but she had the
same upturned nose as Nell and the same bright, expressive
eyes. It must’ve been her sister.
“Hey,” I said as the two of them moved to her bedside.
“Is she going to make it?” the girl asked.
I laughed. “Yes. S just bumped her head. The doctor said
she’ll be fine, but she might have a concussion. She’ll just
need to take it easy for a couple of days to be safe.”
Davey nodded. “This is Ashley, by the way. Nell’s little
sister.”
Ashley gave a nervous smile and waved. “Are you her
boyfriend?”
Davey looked suddenly very interested and amused.
“Yeah, are you?”
“It’s complicated,” I said.
Ashley gave Davey a knowing smile. “Do you think
they’ve made it to first base?”
“Sorry,” Davey said. “I haven’t been in elementary school
in years. What happens at first base again?”
She glared, and I almost laughed at how similar to Nell she
looked right then. “I’m in high school. And just because
you’re a geezer, it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t know what first
base is. Or maybe it’s because you’ve never made it that far.”
I put my hand to my mouth and covered my smile.
Apparently, Nell had rubbed off on her little sister.
Davey made a choking sound in his throat and crossed his
arms. “As we were saying. I think they’ve definitely hit first
base. But let me enlighten you from the perspective of
somebody older and much wiser than you, Ashley. Harry says
it’s complicated because they’ve committed a crime of
passion. They got lost in the moment, took things farther than
they were ready to, and now they aren’t sure where that leaves
them.”
“That’s pretty insightful for a virgin,” Ashley said.
I laughed. “I like her.”
Davey rolled his eyes. “Yeah, just wait until she turns
those evil little kid eyes on you. Then maybe you won’t think
it’s so funny.”
Ashley looked to me and gave a little shrug. “Don’t worry.
You seem way cooler than Davey. I totally vote for you and
my sister getting married.”
“Is this a bad time to say I’m awake?” Nell asked.
Ashley leaned in and hugged her. “How are you feeling?”
“Like a whale knocked me down and gave me a
concussion.”
“Wait, he wasn’t kidding about the whale thing?” Davey
asked.
“It’s more common than you’d imagine on the open
water,” I said. “They don’t mean any harm by it. It’s more like
a playful thing.”
“Yeah,” Nell said. “Remind me not to play with whales
again.” She met my eyes, and I thought she must’ve been
remembering what we’d been doing right before she hit her
head. She looked down at her lap and tugged the blankets up
in the bed a little. “Hey, guys, do you mind giving Harry and I
a second alone?”
Ashley nudged Nell and wiggled her eyebrows. “He’s
really cute. Don’t screw this up for us.”
“Ashley. Please, go.” Nell said through tight lips.
Davey snorted. “Nell knows he’s cute, Ashley. She has
hardly stopped talking about what a ‘snack’ Harry is.”
I grinned to see how red Nell’s cheeks were getting.
Once Davey and Ashley were outside the room, Nell
sighed. “He’s exaggerating, by the way. I only said a few brief,
tasteful words of description when I met you that first time.”
“I didn’t know you had a sister.”
“Yeah,” Nell said. “She still lives with my parents, and my
parents are kind of done with me. So visitations are kind of
tricky. We mostly just Facetime each other.”
“What happened with your parents?”
“Uh, well… It’s kind of a long story.”
I gestured to the quiet room around us. “Last I heard, you
aren’t supposed to go anywhere for a few hours.”
“My last boyfriend kind of sucked, to put it lightly. His
name was Chuck. I met him at a really low point in my life.
He was nice, and he made me feel better. I guess I started
latching onto him instead of fixing the real problems I had.
He’d compliment me and make me feel like I was important,
and I’d put up with all the issues he had. I knew where I’d go
back to if I broke up with him, and I think that fear kept me
shackled to him. Little by little, he got more possessive and
more jealous. At first, he just always wanted to know where I
was. I’d have to text him every time I hung out with friends.
Then he wanted me to text when I got there and when I was
leaving. Then he wanted me to get an app so he could track
my location.”
“Jesus,” I said. “No wonder you were ready to run when I
butted in between you and Damian.”
She laughed. “It gets worse, actually. He started saying I
shouldn’t need friends—that having friends was a form of
emotional cheating. He thought he should be the only person I
needed, and the only person I wanted to spend time with.”
Nell’s smile faded as she looked down and worked her fingers
together in her lap. “I probably sound so stupid for going
along with all of this, but it happened so gradually and so
subtly at first that I barely noticed.”
“No,” I said. “It’s not exactly the same, but I’ve seen
countless authors get manipulated in the same sort of way by
agents and publishers. Some people are really good at taking
advantage of people, and when those people are already going
through something, it’s even easier.”
“Thank you. It still feels embarrassing to talk about. And
maybe part of why I got so mad about the thing with Damian
was just because it reminded me of how blind I’d been. I was
just starting to get my self-respect back, and when I thought I
saw the faintest hint of Chuck in you, instinct took over.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. The best people I know are only
who they are because they made mistakes, lived through them,
and learned from it. You hauling ass away from the party was
just proof that you’re not the same person he took advantage
of. You’re stronger now.”
She grinned. “I didn’t exactly ‘haul ass.’ It was more like a
fast walk.”
“Then you should compete in fast walking competitions
because you would’ve smoked the field.”
Nell laughed. “Yeah, well, the end of the Chuck story is
just that his final move was driving a wedge between my
parents and me. He convinced me it was their agenda to keep
me from getting into beauty school. I accused them of all sorts
of horrible things and went to beauty school, failed out, and
blamed them for it.”
“So, what happened to this Chuck guy?”
“I found out he was cheating on me, too.” She laughed. “I
guess he was so jealous because he’d been assuming I wanted
to do all the things he’d actually been doing.”
I found myself gripping the armrest of my chair tight
enough to make my fingers ache. “Where is he now?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Why? Are you going to go punch
him for me?”
“Unless you tell me not to, that was kind of the plan.”
Nell smiled. “I don’t want anything to do with him, even if
it’s sending my terminator boyfriend to punch him in the
face.”
“Boyfriend?” I asked.
15
NELL
HARRY
WILLIAM
NELL
HARRY
NELL
WOW.
HARRY
NELL
HARRY
N ell was the loudest human being on the face of the Earth.
I had her decked out in camouflage and all the proper
gear. The only modification to my normal hunting equipment
was that we were both equipped with paintball guns instead of
real weapons. We were even using clear paint so we wouldn’t
risk marking the animals and making them more visible to
predators. That little dose of morality had cost us an extra
forty minutes of driving when Nell realized the paintballs I
brought were orange.
There were stories about how Native Americans could
move through the woods so quietly you wouldn’t hear them
until they were inches away from you. They supposedly could
spot which leaves were dry and would crack underfoot and
which were soft and supple enough to silence their steps. They
knew which branches could bear their weight and when to find
a new path when there was no quiet route available. I’d always
wondered what it would be like to hunt next to somebody with
that level of mastery.
Now, I thought I could just imagine the complete opposite
of Nell. Her feet sought out every dry ass, crusty leaf and
cracked it so loud you’d think somebody just suplexed a
dinosaur and broke its back. She punished any stick foolish
enough to get in her way. She absolutely didn’t know how to
whisper, and she kept accidentally firing her gun. It became
such a problem that I made her let me hold the gun in the
unlikely event that we happened to sneak up on a blind and
deaf deer.
“This is really fun,” Nell practically shouted at the top of
her lungs.
The sudden, loud sound in the middle of a quiet forest
would’ve normally made me jump. Except it wasn’t the only
sudden, loud sound. There was also the loud snap of Velcro
and packaging when she pulled out the food she had smuggled
in.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. If you could try to step
a little quieter, we might find some animals.”
“Like this?” Nell asked. She did an exaggerated parody of
a sneaky walk with her hands up high and her knees rising up
with every slow step.
Instead of making it quieter, it had the same effect as
somebody trying to open a package slowly in a quiet room or
eating a chip at half the normal speed.
I sighed but couldn’t help myself from smiling. “You’re
lucky I like you. If I met anybody who was this naturally bad
at hunting, I’d probably have run for the hills.”
“What? How can I be bad at hunting? We haven’t even
seen any animals yet.”
“The part about hunting that takes skill is finding the
animals. And part of finding the animals is not broadcasting to
them that you’re bumbling through the forest.”
“Excuse me. I don’t bumble.”
I laughed. “I’m just saying you are… conspicuous.”
Nell pointed her finger at me. “I’m not sure if that’s an
insult or not, but given the context, I’m going to choose to be
insulted.”
I pulled her closer to me. “Maybe if I kiss you, you won’t
be able to make so much noise.”
She raised her eyebrows in a clear challenge.
I kissed her. I realized it was the first time I’d ever kissed a
woman in the forest. It was actually the first time I’d ever
taken a woman I was dating hunting, for that matter.
Nell moaned loudly and squeezed my ass with both hands.
I pulled back, smiling. “Okay. Fair. I should’ve seen that
coming.”
“So,” Nell said. “How did everything end up with the bids
on my art? Last you told me, we needed to wait until
everything got finalized, right?”
“Usually, it’s best not to hold loud, casual conversations in
the middle of a hunt.”
She made a show of snoring. “Sorry. I’m kidding. I know
this hunting thing is your jam, and I’m going to get better.”
Nell pulled her features into a serious expression. “I’ll be
silent as the night. Quiet as a chicken’s foot on the beach.
Invisible as a splinter you’re super sure is there but it just
won’t show up.”
“Uh,” I said slowly. I was watching her with a smile as she
got into a semi-crouched position and then jumped. She started
army crawling through bushes and undergrowth like some
kind of lunatic before I could stop her. “Nell! Wait! Shit,” I
dropped my gear and hurried to try to stop her, but before I
could reach her, she army crawled straight into a patch of
poison ivy.
“What?” Nell asked, finally stopping now that her hands
and face were completely covered in the stuff. “Too loud?”
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