Sun-kissed (Au Pairs, The) Page 11

  "What happened?" her mother asked, looking genuinely concerned. "I thought you said that it was going so well and that you were really enjoying yourself."

  "I'd rather not talk about it right now," Eliza said quietly. "It's complicated." She returned to ferociously shoveling in the ice cream.

  "Well, dear, you are going to have to find a new job if you want money for the summer," her mother said. Her tone of voice indicated that the parental court had made its decision, and no further appeal would be heard by the two justices.

  147

  anna is the wife who cried wolf!

  SHORTLY AFTER HALF-PAST FOUR O'CLOCK THE NEXT

  afternoon, Jacqui, Shannon, and the children had just returned from Main Beach when Laurie walked into the kitchen, looking nervous. "There's someone at the door," she said.

  Jacqui was helping Cody remove a scuba mask and Shannon was collecting wet towels. They both looked up at the sound of Laurie's voice. The kids dispersed into their rooms, leaving trails of wet sand on the zebrawood floors.

  "Who's here?" Jacqui asked.

  "A man. He wants to see Anna."

  Jacqui shrugged. "Did you tell her someone wants to see her?"

  "She's having her facial," Laurie explained. Anna had recently gotten into the habit of having costly at-home spa treatments. Once a week, a facialist, a masseuse, and a manicurist visited the house to pamper her with their services. "I told him to come back in an hour, but he won't go away." Laurie nervously twisted the ends of her plain cotton blouse. "He said it's important."

  "You want me to tell her?" Jacqui asked, finally understanding what Laurie was asking her to do.

  148

  Laurie nodded in relief. "Would you? She told me no visitors, and I'm worried if I say anything, she'll. . ."

  Jacqui stood up and shrugged. "All right. No skin off my back."

  "Nose." Shannon giggled. "No skin off your nose."

  Jacqui tapped on Anna's bedroom door softly. The sound of tinkling water, wind chimes, and whale songs drifted from behind the door. "Anna--there's someone at the door who needs to see you."

  There was no answer.

  "Anna? Anna?"

  With a start, the door banged open, and Anna stood in the doorway in a white terry-cloth bathrobe, her face covered in a chunky green avocado mask. "What is it? I told Laurie I was not to be disturbed!" she hissed.

  "There's a man ... a man at the door . . . says he has to see you. . . . We told him to come back, but he won't go," Jacqui explained, suddenly feeling as nervous as Laurie.

  "Who does he think he is?" Anna whispered viciously, stomping down the stairs to the foyer. She opened the door, where a man in a dark suit and sunglasses stood patiently.

  "Yes?"

  "Anna Perry?" he asked.

  "That's me," she replied haughtily.

  "You've just been served," he said, handing her a thick yellow envelope. "Good afternoon." He tipped her a salute and walked away.

  149

  "What?" Anna asked, whatever color was left in her face draining. She ripped open the envelope and pulled out several pages of a thick document. "THAT BASTARD!" she yelled. Anna threw the papers in the air and stormed through her own ticker-tape parade back to her spa treatment room. "I can't believe he took me seriously!"

  Jacqui winced.

  Shannon, huddled in the kitchen doorway, looked at Jacqui with questioning eyes. "What just happened?"

  "I think Kevin just asked Anna for a divorce," Jacqui said, collecting the scattered papers. "Go outside and watch the kids. Don't you say a word!"

  She skimmed a page. Contract for the predetermined division of assets, arrangement of alimony or other support, and/or allocation of attorney's fees associated with the termination of marriage, she read.

  She flipped through the second bundle of papers, and only when she found the signatures on the last page did it slowly dawn on her what she was reading. Anna and Kevin Perry's prenuptial agreement!

  Her eyes scanned down, and Jacqui found a section circled and marked with an arrow, with notations from a lawyer. Until August 26th, the lawyer had scribbled in the margin.

  The circled clause stipulated that if Kevin and Anna were married for less than five years, Anna wouldn't receive a penny in the event of a divorce. In New York, it was called the "Trump clause"--after Donald Trump, who'd famously ditched Maria

  150

  Maples a month before their five-year anniversary so that he wouldn't be required to give her a bigger settlement. If Anna was able to stick it out beyond five years, she got half of everything, but if the marriage ended before they made it to the five-year mark, she got nothing.

  Jacqui felt her stomach clench. Anna was about to get Trumped!

  Kevin had actually done it! She read the first paragraph-- under cause for dissolution, the lawyer had checked physical abuse and cited Anna's use of excessive force (um, an ear flick) that had led to massive trauma (i.e., broken cartilage) and physical endangerment (but it was just a little infection!).

  Then the reality hit her: if the Perrys got divorced, Kevin would take the children (most of them were his), and if Anna was left broke, Jacqui would be out of a job. She wouldn't be able to complete a fifth year of high school and would have to move back to Brazil instead. No more New York, and certainly no more NYU. So much for a stress-free, careless summer. A divorce would totally suck. Not only would it render Jacqui homeless in the fall, the kids would never get over it--they'd already gone through so much when Kevin split up with his first wife.

  She'd heard that Zoe had refused to speak for six months. Madison had retreated into overeating, and that was when William had begun to show symptoms of hyperactive disorder. They were finally settled in with Anna as their stepmother--what would they do when Kevin pushed her out of their lives? And

  151

  poor Cody, who wouldn't be able to see his half brothers and sisters. Jacqui felt a pit forming in her stomach. She didn't know who she felt more sorry for--the kids or herself. Jacqui could see the kids playing happily outside through a large bay window, without a clue as to the impending destruction of their family unit.

  She slipped the papers back in their envelope and walked back toward the pool, her mind a whirl. Her problem was no longer just that she hadn't gotten into college--now she would have to fight just to keep her life afloat. Jacqui took a deep breath. Thankfully, she'd always been a strong swimmer.

  152

  mara is big green with envy

  A FEW WEEKS AFTER THE FASHION SHOW, JACQUI, MARA, AND

  Eliza went out to dinner so that Jacqui could celebrate getting paid. Mara remembered those thick, cash-filled envelopes with affection. She'd traded them in for the skimpy direct-deposit payments due a cub reporter. Even though the perks made up for it, part of her did miss receiving those thick tax-free wads of cash every three weeks.

  The three girls were sitting in a booth at Lunch and had ordered the restaurant's famous lobster rolls and a pitcher of beer to share. Jacqui did most of the talking, since Eliza was uncharacteristically quiet and wasn't her usual boisterous self and Mara's thoughts were preoccupied with her relationship with Ryan.

  They were still having some bad feeling over the other morning, when Mara had woken up and found that they were drifting from the dock. Ryan had forgotten to check on the knots that held them to the pier, and they had come loose in the middle of the night. They'd had to call the someone at the yacht club to give them a tug back to land, and Mara had come in late for work and had been yelled at by her boss.

  153

  A formal politeness had descended on their relationship, with the two of them walking on eggshells around each other. The frosty atmosphere worried her. Being in a relationship was really hard work. It wasn't the honeymoon she'd been expecting. Mara was stressed over the situation. Ryan was the best thing that had ever happened to her, but it bothered her that he couldn't understand why she was so upset.

  She'd managed to work her way
back into Sam Davis's good graces by filing a great column on the Writers versus Actors softball championship, where she'd given the celebrities funny nicknames (portly Alec Baldwin was "Cake Batter"). Mara knew a thing or two about the game, and her trenchant observations on how a backyard activity had grown to have corporate sponsors and coverage on ESPN simply due to its participants were funny and well put.

  Jacqui was telling them about how the web site guys had chartered a plane to write her name in the sky when Mara noticed a familiar figure stroll into the restaurant. Her neighbor wasn't wearing her signature blue bikini this time, but Tinker was outfitted in a very tight halter top and cutoff Daisy Dukes.

  She walked by Mara's table and said hello. "Mind if I join you guys?" she asked with a friendly smile. "I think my sis is running late."

  "Sure," Mara said tightly before taking a huge bite from her lobster roll. She wiped off the excess mayo on her lips with a gingham napkin. "Guys, this is Tinker. She's living on the boat next to ours on Sag. Tinker, this is Jacqui and Eliza."

  154

  "Cool," Tinker said. "How do you all know each other?"

  "We au-paired together a couple of years ago," Eliza replied.

  "Oh, right," Tinker said, turning to Mara. "Ryan told me he was dating his little brothers' and sisters' nanny."

  Mara colored. The way Tinker said nanny sounded like Mara had only taken the job to seduce the rich kids' hot older brother.

  "How do you know Ryan?" Jacqui asked curiously.

  "We're in the same coed fraternity at Dartmouth," Tinker explained, taking a handful of Mara's fries. "It's so fun. Ryan's president."

  "Which one?" Eliza wanted to know.

  Tinker told her.

  "Do you guys still have Naked Night?" asked Eliza, who knew a thing or two about Ivy League Greek culture.

  "Naked Night?" Mara asked, almost choking on her beer.

  "Yeah, it's like one night of the year when all the members hang out in the nude all evening. It's really trippy, I heard. Lindsay's older brother went to Dartmouth. He told us about it," Eliza explained, scooping up the chunks of lobster salad that had fallen onto her plastic plate.

  "Oh God, it's so wild." Tinker laughed, as if thinking about a very naughty secret.

  "Really," Mara said icily. "Tell us more."

  "Well, first we streak the campus, and then there's a hot tub in the basement of the house and we all get sudsy in the bubbles.

  155

  The pictures are absolutely hysterical." Tinker giggled. "We get so drunk, it's scary. It's a miracle no one's drowned in the Jacuzzi."

  "I'm sure," Mara said sarcastically. "So what else do you guys do in this frat?"

  "In the winter, there's a big scavenger hunt in the woods. Every item we find is some kind of alcohol. By the end of it, everyone's so drunk some of us write our addresses on our arms. If found, please return to Animal House. I woke up in a pasture once. I had no idea how I got there. Anyway, I'm organizing it with Ryan this year." Tinker rolled her eyes. "Sadly, there's not much to do in New Hampshire, so we basically have to make our own fun. Which means a lot of beer and planning road trips."

  "Oh."

  "Last winter, we all went to Stowe. A couple of us are on the ski team. We all snowboarded on the mountains together. Ryan's really good. But you know that," Tinker said. "Ryan's good at everything."

  Right, Mara thought. It was a trip he'd invited her to. But she'd bowed out of it since she couldn't ski and hadn't looked forward to making a fool of herself on the mountain.

  She looked at Tinker. She was one of the prettiest girls she'd ever seen--tall, long-limbed, with fine Scandinavian features-- the high forehead, the silver blond hair and cornflower blue eyes. A hot girl who was in Ryan's frat, who could ski and snowboard and liked to plan scavenger hunts in the woods. Beautiful. . . and

  156

  athletic. It sounded like Tinker did a lot of things that Ryan always wanted Mara to do. Mara couldn't share in any of Ryan's sports activities, since she had the coordination of a lobster.

  What exactly had happened in Vermont on the ski trip? Not to mention Naked Night? In the hot tub?

  She wondered if she should be worried. But you're the one spending the summer with him on the boat, she reminded herself. Not Tinker. And even if she and Ryan weren't getting along right then, they would make up. They always did.

  Tinker's sister finally arrived, and Tinker waved her good-byes to the three girls and made Mara promise that she and Ryan would visit their boat that weekend.

  "She seems nice," Jacqui hedged.

  Mara made a face.

  "C'mon," Eliza assured. "You're so much prettier than she is. And I bet her chest isn't real. Silicone City."

  There were times when Mara was glad Eliza was so sharp-tongued, and this was one of them.

  "You know, there really is nothing to worry about. She doesn't seem like Ryan's type at all," Jacqui observed.

  "Really, why not?" Mara asked, skeptical.

  "Well, for one, she's nothing like you," Jacqui said wisely.

  The check came, and Mara plunked down her plastic. Eliza rummaged in her purse, and she looked up at them, empty-handed, her face red. "Guys, can you spot me this one?"

  157

  "Of course." Mara nodded. "Why, did you lose your credit card?"

  "No need, I've got it," Jacqui said, handing Mara her card back. She pulled out a hundred-dollar bill from the fat envelope. "Chicas, this is my treat."

  When the waitress had taken their bill, Eliza told them her sad story.

  "They fired you?" Jacqui asked, aghast.

  "But you were on the cover of Dan's Papers!" Mara argued.

  "They fired you?" Jacqui repeated again, still shocked.

  Eliza nodded. "And after they found out about the chopper rental, my parents took away the plastic. I'm officially broke."

  "What are you going to do?"

  Eliza held up an application form. She had picked one up from the reception desk when they had walked inside the restaurant.

  "You're going to work here? At Lunch?" Mara gasped. Eliza Thompson, the girl who was a waitress's nightmare with her picky salad instructions, was going to be serving customers herself? Or, even more unlikely, working in a hot kitchen?

  "Well, they're hiring . . . and beggars can't be choosers." She laughed hollowly. "At least I won't starve."

  158

  looking to get lost

  LATER THAT NIGHT, THE THREE WEB SITE HONCHOS INVITED

  Jacqui to a party they were throwing at the castle to celebrate their latest triumph--their stock had split and they were now worth double what they used to be. The guys had outdone themselves: the house was packed with glamorous revelers, there were three different full cocktail bars set up in the patio with massive "Shocker" ice sculptures, and the Killers were scheduled to play a set in the ballroom.

  Jacqui rang the doorbell, but not even the promise of a fun night of partying could make her feel better just then. It was too late. Kevin had made good on his promise, had filed papers and sent an assistant to the Hamptons to bring his things back to their town house in the city. He had been gone for two weeks.

  Anna had asked Jacqui to keep it a secret from the kids. She didn't want to upset them, and she wanted some time to ponder what she was going to do now. "Don't worry, I'll think of something," Anna had told her.

  But for the most part, Anna didn't seem to be doing anything to save her marriage. Instead, she hit the boutiques with a vengeance. Not a day went by that Anna didn't come home loaded

  159

  with shopping bags. When the kids asked Jacqui why their dad was never home, she had to lie and tell them he was away on business. The atmosphere in the house was becoming strained, with Anna locking herself in her room for hours and then coming out red-eyed and sniffing and the children demanding to see their father.

  Thank God for the three guys--their fun-loving antics made her forget all of her problems. It was obvious all t
hree of them were attracted to her, and it was entertaining to watch them jockey for the key position, but since the three of them shadowed her constantly, she didn't know which one of the three was the boy who made her heart skip faster.

  She rang the bell again, impatient to get inside and grab a drink to drown her sorrows.

  The door opened, and Ben Defever stood in the doorway. His good-looking face broke into a sweet smile when he saw her, but his forehead soon creased in concern. "What's wrong?" he asked, noticing her agitation.

  "It's nothing--oh, Ben," Jacqui said in a wretched tone.

  "Onion," he said "let's go somewhere quiet, where we can talk."

  Jacqui nodded, and they slipped through the crowd to the back staircase. Ben put a light hand on her back as he led her up to the top floor of the house. His room was in the northern end.

  She sat on the edge of his bed and put her head in her hands.

  "Now, tell me what's bothering you," Ben said, handing her a glass of sangria.

  "I just can't take it anymore," she said mournfully, thinking

  160

  about the Perrys' impending divorce and her fifth-year issues. She took a long gulp from the glass and looked around, as if the answer to all her problems could be found nearby. His room was unexpectedly neat for a boy's, spartan and immaculate, with nary a dirty sock or a wet towel in sight. A few guitars were stacked against the wall.

  "Boss trouble?" Ben asked.

  Jacqui turned to him with a wan smile. "Yeah, kind of. It's a lot of pressure working for them. And there's only so much one person can do, you know? But they expect me to do everything. Sometimes I feel like I'm the only person keeping that family together, and it's not even my family. Merda."