RSVP with Love

“Girl, thank you, thank you, thank you! I would not be standing here if you hadn’t helped me through that first year. Lord, I just knew I wasn’t going to get through.”

Chloe extracted herself and bent to retrieve her cap. “Darlene, you don’t have to thank me.” She carefully brushed loose grass and dirt from the cap. “You did all the work, and you worked really hard.”

Darlene, a big woman with a big voice and laugh and exuberance, shook her head. “Uh-uh. Don’t let it go like that. You kept me on point. All those times you helped me do research in the library. I couldn’t face my grandmother if I had failed. I’m the first person in my family to go to college.”

Chloe shrugged lightly. “Me, too.”

Seeing Darlene’s surprised expression she rushed on, not allowing her classmate a chance to ask questions, and sorry that she was so unguarded in her choice of words.

“Is your grandmother here?” Chloe asked.

“She sure is. Said she wouldn’t miss today for anything. You know, she could never come on parents’ weekends, so I want to show her around. The campus sure isn’t like where I grew up.” Darlene stopped suddenly, looking a bit embarrassed. “You know what I’m talking about, right? You were always alone on those weekends, too.”

“I know what you mean,” Chloe responded smoothly.

Darlene looked beyond her. “What about you? Did your…”

“They’re here somewhere,” Chloe spoke confidently. “It’s crowded. They’re probably wandering around right now trying to find me.”

“Yeah. Right,” Darlene murmured. “Well, I gotta go. My grandmother can’t stand too long. I’ll see you at the party later, okay?”

She rushed away before Chloe could answer, saving her the trouble of admitting she knew nothing about a party. She carefully placed the graduation cap back atop her head, straightened her gown and began meandering through the hundreds of milling people, looking for one couple in particular.

The great field in front of the band shell stage was beginning to empty. She’d walked the grassy area twice and was now wondering if anyone had shown up at all to see her graduate, to see her win the President’s Award for scholastic merit, the Hollington Discovery Award for entrepreneurial spirit, a plaque recognizing her volunteer work tutoring kids living in shelters in Atlanta. There was also a check for five thousand dollars from an anonymous benefactor. It sounded impressive, but Chloe knew she would trade it all in a heartbeat for a look of love and pride from her own family.

She turned at the whoop of laughter behind her and found a sizable gathering surrounding Beverly Turner. People were taking endless digital pictures of Hollington’s statuesque and pretty homecoming queen, and it was clear that, as always, Beverly was enjoying being the center of attention. But to her credit Beverly had always been understated about her God-given gifts of beauty and personality. She was well-liked, incredibly popular and in the top fifteen percent of the graduating class. Darlene had once said, not without a bit of envy, “I swear that girl lives a blessed life.”

Chloe smiled tightly to herself. Beverly’s pictures were sure to end up in the local paper the next day: “Hollington Homecoming Beauty Says Goodbye.”

Chloe sighed and turned away, encroaching disappointment eating away at her early euphoria. There weren’t many people left on the field. The custodial staff was already spread out, collecting the folding chairs and disconnecting the audio equipment on stage.

“Hey! How come you’re still out here? I’ve been looking all over the place for you.”

Once again Chloe found herself grabbed, this time from behind. She scrambled to hold on to her awards, but they all dropped to the ground.

She was pulled into someone’s arms and kissed unceremoniously, catching only a glimpse of the man crushing her against his lean body. Once again, her mortarboard fell from her head. Caught off guard, Chloe was unprepared to ward off the assault and could only react instinctively. She kissed him back.

Her mouth was compliant and soft. He controlled the pressure and intensity and contact with her tongue, gently forcing it to dance with his. She inhaled his scent and found it pleasant, almost comforting. Somewhere in her mind Chloe knew this was inappropriate, a mistake. But she also sensed a familiarity that made the embrace nonthreatening. And very seductive.

Chloe’s assailant seemed in no hurry to…hurry. But then he pulled back as swiftly as he’d grabbed her, releasing her so suddenly she stumbled backward, stunned…and giddy.

“Oh, man! I’m so sorry,” the tall handsome graduate said, chuckling.

Chloe blinked silently at him. It was hard to take the apology seriously. He looked only mildly taken aback and more than a little amused. He was tall with a sinewy athletic leanness. He also had a cocky stance as if he hadn’t really done anything so terrible and, of course, she wasn’t going to hold his mistake against him.

He was also very good-looking, his skin a latte tone broken only by the devilish goatee that grew around his wide mouth. With teeth that were even and white, his smile made him look rakish. Chloe had the distinct feeling that he was totally aware of his appeal, and had no trouble playing on it. If the gossip on campus was half-true, Kevin Stayton, if not exactly a womanizer, was at the very least a seasoned heartbreaker.

Trying to catch her breath and her voice, Chloe stared at him. Of course she recognized him. It was certainly confirmed by the sudden roiling of her stomach and the heated ignition of her hormones. She struggled not to betray herself. She lightly placed her fingers over her lips, as if to seal the taste and feel of him. An unexpected bonus to the day was how she saw the encounter—an unexpected graduation gift.

“I think you’ve made a mistake,” Chloe said the obvious.

A slightly wicked and totally noncontrite expression crossed his face as his gaze roamed thoroughly over her.

“Yeah, seems like it. Hey, I didn’t mean to jump you like that.”

Chloe pursed her lips, the implication creating an image for her of what that would be like. His voice, this close, was every bit as resonant and deep as she’d imagined. She knew more about Kevin Stayton than he could ever know.

“I see you like to act first and ask questions later.”

Kevin grinned, a “what can I say?” look on his face.

“I swear, from the back you looked just like…anyway, I’m really sorry…”

A trio of young men hurried by in their gowns. They shouted greetings to Kevin, offering high fives and fist bumps to each other. They said nothing to her.

“I’m not in the habit of attacking unsuspecting women,” Kevin said.

“Don’t worry about it,” Chloe said in as steady a voice as she could manage. “I guess I should be flattered.”

He shrugged lightly, accepting the implied compliment. “Don’t look at it like that. It’s been that kind of day, you know? Hey, by the way, congratulations.”

Kevin spread his arms as if to warn her that he was going to touch her again. He did so, grabbing her upper arms and leaning toward Chloe to chastely kiss her cheek.

Chloe briefly closed her eyes. He smelled so nice. She liked his sudden attack much better.

“I’m—”

“Kevin Stayton. I know who you are.”

Again, he didn’t seem embarrassed or nonplussed by her calm identification. Chloe realized that Hollington’s resident babe magnet and popular man-about-campus was probably used to being recognized…and idolized.

“Chloe Jackson,” she said with a little lift of her chin.

Kevin narrowed his gaze and stared at her. “Sounds familiar.” Then, he snapped his fingers. “Right! You were up on stage. Valedictorian or something. Got a bunch of awards. Put me to shame.”

She wondered if he was making fun of her—the brainiac and Goody Two-shoes who largely went unnoticed by Kevin and his crowd. And it’s not like she was never invited to the parties, dances, rallies, clubs like any other coed. But she was the one most likely to sit alone along the sidelines and watch, super-careful not to do anything that would jeopardize her scholarships and the ultimate goal of getting her degree.

“I got a couple. I saw you go up to the stage, too,” she murmured, bending to retrieve her cap and awards.

Kevin beat her to it, swooping up everything and handing them back to her.

“For economics and marketing. Not too shabby.”

Chloe took her things from him. There was a moment’s awkward silence. Then, she made it easy for him. “Er…I bet she’s in the ladies’ room. Hair. Makeup. Panty hose.”

He shook his head and laughed quietly at her description. “Hadn’t thought of that. So how come you’re not in there?”

“I’m looking for someone, too. My…family,” she rushed on, the word coming forth uncomfortably.