Always Something There to Remind Me (Wheeler Large Print Book Series) - Hardcover

Beth Harbison is the New York Times bestselling author of Secrets of a Shoe Addict, Shoe Addicts Anonymous, Hope in a Jar and Thin, Rich, Pretty. She grew up in Potomac, Maryland, outside Washington, D.C. and now shares her time between that suburb, New York City, and a quiet home on the eastern shore.

Chapter 1
 
March 1985
The music throbbed—John Cougar singing about Jack and Diane, drums pounding his point and rattling the windows—and Erin Edwards scanned the smoke-filled room, half hoping to see him, half terrified to see him.
Todd Griffith. The cutest guy in school. Classic in every way: dark hair, amber eyes that looked green in the right light, square jaw, great mouth, powerful body. He was beautiful to look at and also athletic, which was the only thing that kept him from being universally coveted at Benson Prep School, since there was a contingent of freaky pothead girls at school who weren’t interested in anyone their parents would approve of.
But the guys were afraid of him, without exception. Which made him even more appealing.
No doubt about it. Todd Griffith was perfect.
But Todd wasn’t who Erin was here to see. The guy Erin was really looking for ... he’d be with Todd.
“Is he here?” her friend Jordan Tyler asked at her elbow. She was thinking Todd because that was who Erin had liked first.
“He’s got to be.”
Jordan squinted and scanned the room. “I don’t see him. And I think that’s good because, Erin, he’s kind of a jerk. No offense.”
Erin was only half paying attention to Jordan. “Who, Todd?”
“Yes, Todd. Who else are we talking about? You went out with him one time three months ago and all he did was try to get into your pants.” Jordan raised an eyebrow. “Then he told everyone you gave him a blow job. I don’t know how you can stand him after that.”
Erin nodded. “But I’m not sure he said that. That’s just what David Rutley said, and he’s a jerk.” There was no denying that David Rutley was a jerk, but she did half wonder why Todd hadn’t set the record straight if he really hadn’t said it. All the guys were cowed by him, it would have been nothing for him to just tell them to lay off. They would have fallen in line like baby ducks, just like they did anytime he said anything else.
“Okay....” Jordan looked dubious. “Whatever. Oh!”
Erin turned, startled. “What?”
Jordan frowned. “Well.” She pointed. “Todd’s here.”
Sure enough, he was. Along with a group of guys, including David Rutley and a couple of others Erin didn’t recognize, as well as a sleazy-looking girl with dark hair, teased high and sprayed into a style that made her look like a Mafia girlfriend.
The girl wasn’t even pretty. It was so obvious what he wanted from her. She was rounded, with huge boobs and a big butt, and a big round face that he probably put up with to get the rest. Without even talking to her, Erin knew her type, knew exactly what kind of girl she was.
But that’s what Todd was all about. She’d known it ever since she’d heard the rumors of her blowing him.
She was over him.
Maybe he’d have better luck with this girl.
“Wow, who’s the slut?” Jordan whispered.
“Just his type,” Erin said.
“Aren’t you glad you didn’t do anything more than kiss him?”
“Yes.” Erin wasn’t interested in playing that game. She suspected—or hoped, anyway—the other guy wasn’t like that.
Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to be here.
“Are you going to say something to him?” Jordan asked, indicating Todd and his date.
Erin shook her head. “No point.”
Jordan nodded like she understood. But she didn’t. Not yet. “Good call. Do you want a beer?”
Normally she wouldn’t. Erin hated beer. But she and Jordan had a ride home with Jordan’s older sister, who was at the movies until after midnight, so it wasn’t like Erin’s mom was going to smell it on her breath before she got to brush her teeth. Plus she wouldn’t mind having a little liquid courage in order to socialize with all these people.
“Yes,” she said. It was going to be a dull party after all. “Thanks.”
Jordan gave her a pat on the shoulder and headed for the keg, leaving a waft of Jovan musk trailing behind her.
“Somebody’s Baby” by Jackson Browne came over the speakers.
That’s when Erin saw him.
Him.
The one she’d been hoping to see.
Todd’s best friend.
She knew who he was because he’d come to baseball games now and then when Todd was playing and she’d asked someone about him. The story was that he was a fighter, mean as a snake and twice as aggressive as Todd, but he looked mild and sweet to Erin.
Which itself was intriguing.
They’d grown up together, they were practically brothers. They even kind of looked alike, only his build was slighter, his hair lighter, his overall look just a little less immediately striking. But he had amazing eyes. Large and kind. The sort of eyes that made people toss around terms like old soul.
She found him both compelling and disconcerting at the same time. From the first time she’d seen him, his image had been emblazoned on her mind, and when he stepped into view it was as if her mind closed over it like a trap. She didn’t want to think about him, but she couldn’t stop.
His eyes met hers and something clicked.
She backed away involuntarily, knocking into a warm body.
“Erin!” It was Jordan, holding two opaque plastic cups of beer. There was quite a bit of it on her sweater now too.
“I’m sorry!”
Jordan touched the large wet spot on her top. “Oh, my God, I’m going to reek now!”
“Go rinse really quick,” Erin said. “It won’t be any wetter than the beer, but then it won’t stink. Come on, I’ll wear your shirt and you can wear mine since it’s dry.”
“No, that’s too much trouble.”
“It’s not that big a deal. Really.” Erin imagined she could feel his eyes on her back and all of her systems were running on high. She had to run away or she was going to run right to him and everyone would think she was a psychopath. “Let’s go.” She led Jordan to the bathroom and closed the door behind them.
Jordan pulled off her sweater and started rinsing the spot in the sink. “What’s going on? Who are you hiding from?”
“No one.” Erin pulled her shirt off and waited for Jordan to hand over the wet sweater. “Todd’s friend.”
“Todd’s friend?” She wrung out her sweater and handed it to Erin, taking the shirt. “Which one?”
“You don’t know him.”
“What are you talking about? I don’t know him but you do?”
“No. But.” But what? She felt like she did? That sounded stupid. Something about him made her want to run to him and away from him in equal measure. “He’s Todd’s best friend, so...”
Jordan nodded sagely as she strained to pull the buttons together across her chest. “So stay the fuck away.”
“Yeah.” Erin thought about his eyes and her breath quickened. “Far away.” She dabbed at the sweater she was now wearing with a dry hand towel to blot the excess moisture.
They grabbed their beers and returned to the party, where Erin spent the next fifteen minutes straining to find him again in the crowded haze but didn’t see him. She downed her beer and went to refill it.
When she turned around, he was right there.
“Oh!” She laid a hand to her chest.
The song changed abruptly to “Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac.
He looked at her directly. “Hi.”
Good teeth, she noted. That was important. Straight. White. Masculine. Not like Paul Dyson in her math class, who looked like he still had his baby teeth.
“Hi.” She gave a flustered smile. It was instantly obvious that she wasn’t going to be able to play this cool. “I ... I’m sorry, I don’t know your name...?” Did that sound even remotely true?
“Nate Lawson.”
“I’m Erin.” She drank some beer.
He smiled. “I know.”
“How do you— Oh.” He’d been there the night she was with Todd on that one date. She was reasonably sure she’d been a topic of some conversation after they’d dropped her off, though she was equally sure the accuracy of that conversation was low. “You’re Todd’s friend, right?” Arrgh! Stupid again. She sounded like she was trying to sound so casual that he’d have to be blind not to see right through it!
“Right.”
Silence stretched between them.
“You don’t go to Benson,” she pointed out. Like there was any question as to whether or not she’d know him in a school of just over a hundred students.
He shook his head. “I go to Churchill.”
“Hm.” She nodded, as if that were something worth mulling over. “Are you here with someone?” she asked, suddenly self-conscious that she sounded both hyperactive and overinterested.
Her mouth was dry, so she drank more beer. It tasted terrible.
She didn’t care, she drained it.
He looked at her curiously. “No. Well, with them.” He indicated Todd and their friends.
She looked, as if she didn’t know who he meant. She was getting a little light-headed. “Oh. Yeah.”
What was it about this guy that made her so uncool?
“Have you known Todd long?”
“Since first grade. We went to school together, played on the same baseball team...