by Scott, Kylie
We were just locking up when Ruby jabbed me in the ribs with her elbow. Probably a bit harder than she meant to because I’m pretty sure I sustained a kidney injury.
“He’s really here,” she hissed, nodding at David who did indeed lurk nearby, waiting. He was here, just like he’d said he’d be. Nervous excitement bubbled up inside of me. With a ball cap on and the beard, he blended well. Especially with the haircut. My heart sobbed a little at the loss of his long dark hair. But I’d never admit to it. Amanda had told Ruby about his reappearance last night. Given the lack of paparazzi and screaming fans in the vicinity, it must still be a secret from the rest of the city.
I stared at him, unsure how to feel. Last night at the club had been surreal. Here and now, this was me living my normal life. Seeing him in it, I didn’t know how I felt. Discombobulated was a good word.
“Did you want to meet him?” I asked.
“No, I’m reserving judgment. I think actually meeting him might render me partial. He’s very attractive, isn’t he?” Ruby gave him a slow look over, lingering on his jeans-clad leg longer than necessary. She had a thing for men’s thighs. Soccer players sent her into a frenzy. Odd for a poet, but then I’d found no one ever really fit a certain type. Everyone had their quirks.
Ruby continued looking him over like he was meat at market. “Maybe don’t divorce him.”
“You sound very impartial. See you later.”
Her hand hooked my arm. “Wait. If you stay with him will you still work for me?”
“Yes. I’ll even try to be on time more often. Night, Ruby.”
He stood on the sidewalk, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans. Seeing him felt similar to standing at a cliff’s edge. The little voice in the back of my head whispered damn the consequences, you know you can probably fly. If you can’t, imagine the thrill of the fall. Reason, on the other hand, screamed bloody murder at me.
At what point exactly could you decide you were going insane?
“Evelyn.”
Everything stopped. If he ever figured out what it did to me when he said my name like that, I was done for. God, I’d missed him. It’d been like having a piece of me missing. But now that he was back, I didn’t know how we fit together anymore. I didn’t even know if we could.
“Hi,” I said.
“You look tired,” he said, mouth turning downward. “I mean, you look good, of course. But …”
“It’s fine.” I studied the sidewalk, took a deep breath. “It was a busy day.”
“So this is where you work?”
“Yeah.”
Ruby’s café sat quiet and empty. Fairy lights twinkled in the windows alongside a host of pamphlets taped to the glass advertising this and that. Street lights flickered on around us.
“Looks nice. Listen, we don’t have to talk right now,” he said. “I just wanna walk you home.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “You don’t have to do that.”
“It’s not like it’s a chore. Let me walk you home, Ev. Please.”
I nodded and after a moment started a hesitant stride down the city street. David fell into step beside me. What to talk about? Every topic seemed loaded. An open pit full of sharp stakes lay waiting around every corner. He kept shooting me wary sidelong glances. Opening his mouth and then shutting it. Apparently the situation sucked for both of us. I couldn’t bring myself to talk about LA. Last night seemed safer territory. Wait. No, it wasn’t. Bringing up alley sex was never going to pass for smart.
“How was your day?” he asked. “Apart from busy.”
Why couldn’t I have thought of something innocuous like that?
“Ah, fine. A couple of girls came in with stuff for you to sign. Some guys wanted me to give you a demo tape of their garage-reggae-blues band. One of the big-name jocks from school came in just to give me his number. He thinks we could have fun sometime,” I babbled, trying to lighten the mood.
His face became thunderous, dark brows drawn tight together. “Shit. That been happening often?”
And I was an idiot to have opened my mouth. “It’s no big deal, David. I told him I was busy and he went away.”
“So he fucking should.” He tipped his chin, giving me a long look. “You trying to make me jealous?”
“No, my mouth just ran away without my head. Sorry. Things are complicated enough.”
“I am jealous.”
I stared at him in surprise. I don’t know why. He’d made it clear last night he was here for me. But the knowledge that maybe I wasn’t alone out on the lovelorn precipice, thinking of throwing myself off … there was a lot of comfort in that.
“Come on,” he said, resuming the walking. At the corner we stopped, waiting for the traffic to clear.
“I might get Sam up here to keep an eye on you,” he said. “I don’t want people bothering you at work.”
“As much as I like Sam, he can stay where he is. Normal people don’t take bodyguards to work.”
His forehead scrunched up but he said nothing. We crossed the road, continuing on. A streetcar rumbled past, all lit up. I preferred walking, getting in some outside time after being shut inside all day. Plus, Portland’s beautiful: cafés and breweries and a weird heart. Take that, LA.
“So what did you do today?” I asked, proving myself a total winner in the creative conversation stakes.
“Just had a look around town, checking things out. I don’t get to play the tourist too often. We’re going left here,” he said, turning me off the normal path toward home.
“Where are we going?”
“Just bear with me here. I need to pick something up.” He escorted me into a pizza place I went to occasionally with Lauren. “Pizza’s the only thing I know you definitely eat. They were willing to stick on every fucking vegetable I could think of, so I hope you’ll like it.”
The place was only about a quarter full due to the early hour. Bare brick walls and black tables. A jukebox blared out something by the Beatles. I stood in the doorway, hesitant to go further with him. The man nodded to David and fetched an order from the warmer behind him. David thanked him and headed back toward me.
“You didn’t have to do that.” I stepped back out onto the street, giving the pizza box suspicious glances.
“It’s just pizza, Ev,” he said. “Relax. You don’t even have to ask me to share it with you if you don’t want. Which way is it to your place from here?”
“Left.”
We walked another block in silence with David carrying the pizza box up high on one hand.
“Stop frowning,” he said. “When I picked you up last night you were lighter than in Monterey. You’ve lost weight.”
I shrugged. Not going there. Definitely not remembering him lifting me and my legs going around him and how badly I’d missed him and the sound of his voice as he—
“Yeah, well, I liked you the way you were,” he said. “I love your curves. So I came up with another plan. You’re getting pizza with fifteen cheeses on it until you’ve got them back.”
“My first instinct here is to say something snarky about how my body is no longer any of your business.”
“Lucky you thought twice about saying that, huh? Especially since you let me back into your body last night.” He met my scowl with one of his own. “Look, I just don’t want you losing weight and getting sick, especially not on my account. It’s that simple. Forget the rest and stop giving the pizza dirty looks or you’ll hurt its feelings.”
“You’re not the boss of me,” I muttered.
He barked out a laugh. “You feel better for saying that?”
“Yes.”
I gave him a wary smile. Having him beside me again felt too easy. I shouldn’t get comfortable, who knew when it would once again blow up in my face? But the truth was, I wanted him there so bad it hurt.
“Ba—” He cleared his throat and tried again, without the sentiment that would have earned him an automatic smackdown. “Friend. Are we friends a
gain?”
“I don’t know.”
He shook his head. “We’re friends. Ev, you’re sad, you’re tired, and you’ve lost weight, and I fucking hate that I’m the cause of it. I’m going to make this right with you one step at a time. Just … give me a little room to maneuver here. I promise I won’t step on your toes too badly.”
“I don’t trust you anymore, David.”
His teasing smile fell. “I know you don’t. And when you’re ready we’re gonna talk about that.”
I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat.
“When you’re ready,” he reiterated. “Come on. Let’s get you home so you can eat this while it’s still hot.”
We walked the rest of the way home in silence. I think it was companionable. David gave me occasional small smiles. They seemed genuine.
He tramped up the stairs behind me, not really bothering to look around. I’d forgotten he’d been here last night when he got my whereabouts from Lauren. I unlocked the door and took a peek inside, still scarred from catching Lauren and my brother on the couch last week. Living with them wasn’t going to work long term. I think everyone was getting to the point of needing their own space.
The last month, though, had been beneficial for Nate and me. It had given us a chance to talk. We were closer than we’d ever been. He loved his job at the mechanic shop. He was happy and settled. Lauren was right, he’d changed. My brother had figured out what he wanted and where he belonged. Now if I could just get my shit together and do the same.
Rock music played softly and Nate and Lauren danced in the middle of the room. An impromptu thing obviously, given my brother’s still-greasy work clothes. Lauren didn’t seem to care, holding onto him tight, staring into his eyes.
I cleared my throat to announce our arrival and stepped into the room.
Nate looked over and gave me a welcoming smile. But then he saw David. Blood suffused his face and his eyes changed. The temperature in the room seemed to rocket.
“Nate,” I said, making a grab for him as he charged David.
“Shit.” Lauren ran after him. “No!”
Nate’s fist connected with David’s face. The pizza went flying. David stumbled back, blood gushing from his nose.
“You fucking asshole,” my brother yelled.
I jumped on Nate’s back, trying to wrestle him back. Lauren grabbed at his arm. David did nothing. He covered his bloody face but made no move to protect himself from further damage.
“I’m going to fucking kill you for hurting her,” Nate roared.
David just looked at him, eyes accepting.
“Stop, Nate!” My feet dragged at the floor, my arms wrapped around my brother’s windpipe.
“You want him here?” Nate asked me, incredulous. “Are you fucking serious?” Then he looked at Lauren tugging at his arm. “What are you doing?”
“This is between them, Nate.”
“What? No! You saw what he did to her. What she’s been like for the last month.”
“You need to calm down. She doesn’t want this.” Lauren hands patted over his face. “Please, babe. This isn’t you.”
Slowly, Nate pulled back. His shoulders dropped back to normal levels, his muscles relaxing. I gave up my choke hold on him, not that it had done much good. My brother did the raging bull thing scarily well. Blood leaked out from between David’s fingers, dripped onto the floor. “Crap. Come on.” I grabbed his arm and led him into our bathroom.
He leaned over the sink, swearing quietly but profusely. I bundled up some toilet paper and handed it to him. He stuffed it beneath his bloody nostrils.
“Is it broken?”
“I dunno,” his voice was muffled, thick.
“I’m so sorry.”
“’S’okay.” From his back jeans pocket came a ringing noise.
“I’ll get it.” Carefully, I extracted his phone. The name flashing on screen stopped me cold. The universe had to be playing a prank. Surely. Except it wasn’t. It was just the same old heartbreak playing out all over again inside of me. I could already feel the ice-cold numbness spreading through my veins.
“It’s her.” I held the phone out to him.
Above the ball of bloody toilet paper his nose looked wounded, but intact. Violence wasn’t going to help. No matter the anger working through me, winding me up just then.
His gaze jumped from the screen to me. “Ev.”
“You should go. I want you to go.”
“I haven’t talked to Martha since that night. I’ve had nothing to do with her.”
I shook my head, out of words. The phone ringed shrilly, the noise piercing my eardrums. It echoed on and on inside the small bathroom. It vibrated in my hand and my whole body trembled. “Take it before I break it.”
Bloodstained fingers took it from my hand.
“You gotta let me explain,” he said. “I promise, she’s gone.”
“Then why is she calling you?”
“I don’t know and I’m not answering. I haven’t spoken to her once since I fired her. You gotta believe me.”
“But I don’t. I mean, how can I?”
He blinked pained eyes at me. We just stared at one another as realization dawned. This wasn’t going to work. This had never been going to work. He was always secrets and lies and I was always on the outside looking in. Nothing had changed. My heart was breaking all over again. Surprising, really, that there was enough of it left to worry over.
“Just go,” I said, my stupid eyes welling up.
Without another word he walked out.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
David and I didn’t speak after that. But every afternoon after work he was there, waiting across the street. He’d be watching me from beneath the brim of his baseball cap. All ready to stalk me home safely. It pissed me off, but in no way did I feel threatened. I’d ignored him for three days as he trailed me. Today was day number four. He’d traded his usual black jeans for blue, boots for sneakers. Even from a distance, his upper lip and nose looked bruised. The paparazzi were still missing in action, though today someone had asked me if he was in town. His days of moving around Portland unknown were probably coming to an end. I wondered if he knew.
When I didn’t just ignore him as per my usual modus operandi, he took a step forward. Then stopped. A truck passed between us among a steady stream of city traffic. This was crazy. Why was he still here? Why hadn’t he just gone back to Martha? Moving on was impossible with him here.
Decision half made, I rushed across during the next break in traffic, meeting him on the opposite sidewalk.
“Hi,” I said, not fussing with strap on my bag at all. “What are you doing here, David?”
He stuffed his hands in his pockets, looked around. “I’m walking you home. Same as I do every day.”
“This is your life now?”
“Guess so.”
“Huh,” I said, summing up the situation perfectly. “Why don’t you go back to LA?”
Blue eyes watched me warily and he didn’t answer at first. “My wife lives in Portland.”
My heart stuttered. The simplicity of the statement and the sincerity in his eyes caught me off guard. I wasn’t nearly as immune to him as I should have been. “We can’t keep doing this.”
He studied the street, not me, his shoulders hunched over. “Will you walk with me, Ev?”
I nodded. We walked. Neither of us rushed, instead strolling past shopfronts and restaurants, peering into bars just getting going for the evening. I had a bad feeling that once we stopped walking we’d have to start talking, so dawdling suited me fine. Summer nights meant there were a fair number of people around.
An Irish bar sat on a street corner about halfway home. Music blared out, some old song by The White Stripes. Hands still stuffed into his pockets, David gestured toward the bar with an elbow. “Wanna get a drink?”
It took me a moment to find my voice. “Sure.”
He led me straight to a table at the back, aw
ay from the growing crowd of post-work drinkers. He ordered two pints of Guinness. Once they arrived, we sat in silence, sipping. After a moment, David took off his cap and set it on the table. Shit, his poor face. I could see it more clearly now and he looked like he had two black eyes.
We sat there staring at one another in some bizarre sort of standoff. Neither of us spoke. The way he looked at me, like he’d been hurt too, like he was hurting … I couldn’t take it. Waiting to drag this whole sorry mess of a relationship out into the light wasn’t helping either of us. Time for a new plan. We’d clear the air then get on with our respective lives. No more hurt and heartache. “You wanted to tell me about her?” I prompted, sitting up straighter, preparing myself for the worst.
“Yeah. Martha and I were together a long time. You probably already know, she was the one who cheated on me. The one we talked about.”
I nodded.
“We started the band when I was fourteen, Mal and Jimmy and me. Ben joined a year later and she’d hang around too. They were like family,” he said, brow puckered. “They are family. Even when things went bad I couldn’t just turn my back on her …”
“You kissed her.”
He sighed. “No, she kissed me. Martha and I are finished.”
“I’m guessing she doesn’t know that, since she’s still calling you and all.”
“She’s moved to New York, no longer working for the band. I don’t know what the phone call was about, but I didn’t return it.”
I nodded, only slightly appeased. Our problems weren’t that clear-cut. “Does your heart understand you’re finished with her? I guess I mean your head, don’t I? The heart’s just another muscle, really. Silly to say it decides anything.”
“Martha and I are finished. We have been for a long time. I promise.”
“Even if that’s true, doesn’t that just make me the consolation prize? Your attempt at a normal life?”
“Ev, no. That’s not the way it is.”
“Are you sure about that?” I asked, disbelief thick in my voice. I picked up my beer, gulping down the bitter, dark ale and creamy foam. Something to calm the nerves. “I was getting over you,” I said, my voice a pitiful, small thing. My shoulders were right back where they belonged, way down. “A month. I didn’t really give up on you until day seven, though. Then I knew you weren’t coming. I knew it was over then. Because if I’d been so important to you, you’d have said something by then, right? I mean, you knew I was in love with you. So you’d have put me out of my misery by then, wouldn’t you?”
