The first was a business account with a photo of him dressed in a suit. I clicked on the profile and learned he was a divorce attorney with a law firm in Downtown Crossing.
I knew the location well.
Dylan’s office was a few buildings over.
I backed out and clicked on the second listing, which was Smith’s personal profile. Even though I was a little hazy on what he and Joe looked like, I didn’t remember Smith being so handsome.
But he was and extremely easy to stare at.
His features were sharp and rich.
His smile was inviting.
He had a warmth to him where Dylan was so cold.
I focused on the pictures, and what I learned within the first several rows were that Smith was active and outdoorsy.
He biked.
Ran.
And he ate.
There were photos of food from restaurants all over the city.
The more I continued to explore, I saw shots that he’d taken from different spots around the world.
Japan.
Dubai.
Alaska.
Peru.
I scrolled through more.
Two years back.
Three.
Smith’s life was fascinating.
He didn’t waste a second.
He didn’t live with regret.
He just lived.
And he lived hard.
We certainly didn’t have that in common.
When I reached the end, I worked my way back to the last shot he’d posted.
It was of him and Joe.
At the bar.
The night I had found them in the alley.
I checked the comments. There was nothing in there that updated me on Joe’s status.
I had to know.
So, I tapped Smith’s profile and clicked Send Message, and then I started to type.
Me: Hi, Smith. I’m Alix Rayne. We met last night in the alley. Anyway, I just wanted to see how you and Joe are doing.
In all the years I’d worked for the city, I’d never followed up with anyone before.
It wasn’t that I didn’t care.
If anything, I cared too much. That was why I’d chosen this field.
It just wasn’t appropriate to reach out.
This situation was no different.
But it was.
Because I hadn’t been on the other end of the phone.
Because I had found them and offered help.
I set my cell on my lap and reached for the tablet on the nightstand.
The blinds fully opened after I pressed a button, and the TV turned on.
HGTV.
The show was about designing a new master bathroom.
Mindless.
Just the way I liked it.
I watched it for only a few seconds before a notification came across the screen of my phone.
Smith had replied.
Smith: Hey, Alix. Thanks for checking on us. Joe’s still in the hospital. If he continues to show progress, the doctor says he’ll be discharged in a few days.
Me: And you?
I shouldn’t have written back.
I should have closed out the app and continued watching bathroom remodels.
But I remembered the look in Smith’s eyes.
The pain, the helplessness.
Smith: I’m doing all right.
Me: I’m relieved to hear that—and about Joe, too.
Smith: You were correct about his condition. He overdosed.
Me: I’m just glad he’s going to be okay.
Smith: I don’t think I ever thanked you for what you did. If you hadn’t come along, I don’t know if Joe would still be alive. He knows that—I’ve told him about you—and he’s grateful as hell.
Me: I’m happy I could help.
I set my phone back on my lap, and as I stared at the TV, I wondered if Smith would look at my pictures. If he’d want to know more about the person who’d assisted him in the alley.
There were only about twenty shots on my page.
They were all of sunny days.
That was the only reason I kept my profile public.
Smith: Joe isn’t in a place where he can thank you appropriately, but I can, and I’d like to. How about dinner? You pick the spot, and I’ll be there.
I finished reading his message and set my cell on the nightstand. I pressed the different buttons on the tablet that would shut the blinds and turn off the TV. Then, I tucked the blanket over my head while I tightened my body into a ball.
Even though it was dark under the covers, I looked across the mattress at the unwrinkled bottom sheet, at the coldness that I would feel if I touched his spot.
What the fuck have I done?
Alix and I were standing outside Quincy Market, holding our to-go boxes of chocolate cake, opened, with several forkfuls missing from each piece. I’d asked about her shift, which had started at midnight, and she was telling me about one of the calls she had been on. It involved an elderly couple, married for sixty-seven years. The husband had fallen down a short flight of stairs. Alix believed he had fractured his hip.
She stared at the cake as she spoke.
And I gazed at her, checking out the way she speared off another bite.
How she stuck the fork between her lips.
How the utensil came out of her mouth clean.
It was incredibly sexy.
So was she.
She didn’t even have to try. It came natural to her.
As natural as her looks.
A beauty that went so deep, she didn’t need makeup to enhance it.
She didn’t wear much of it anyway. There wasn’t anything on her lips, no color on her lids, just thick lashes and some pink on her cheeks.
She had no idea how gorgeous she was.
If I told her, I was sure she wouldn’t believe me.
Alix’s confidence came when she talked about her job.
I could tell how much she loved it by the passion in her voice, by the way she described how she’d helped the old man.
What she did was something I hadn’t been able to visualize at first. Now that I’d spent more time with her, it was all I could see.
Damn it, I wanted to touch her.
I’d kept my hands off of her while she was eating the gyro and fries.But I didn’t want to wait any longer.Once she swallowed the mouthful, I said, “Alix …”I needed her eyes on me to see the way she would look at me, how she would respond to the sound of my voice.That would determine if I could reach for her right now or if I’d have to wait.Her stare slowly lifted and landed on mine.Shyness was peeking through her expression.Still, every sign was there—the desire in her glare, the increased breathing, the way her tongue was swiping across her lips. It wasn’t frosting she was licking off because there wasn’t any there.I dropped the small box of cake on the ground.She didn’t watch it fall, but when she heard the sound, I saw the hunger in her grow.I took a step.She did, too, in the opposite direction at the same time she dropped her cake.She said nothing as I continued to move toward her, backing her up to the side of the building until her body was pressed against it.As I s
“No, we don’t,” I replied, trying to stop her before she took this any further.“We can’t keep avoiding this subject.”We had to—until I was able to tell her about Dylan coming home.Until I could explain where things stood.But I wasn’t ready for that conversation yet.“I just don’t want to discuss him tonight.”She nodded, telling me she understood and that she wouldn’t push me to chat about him tonight. Then, she glanced down at her menu. When she finally looked back up, there was a huge smile on her face. “Want to skip dinner and go straight to dessert?”“More than anything.”She reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “That means we’re going to need another bottle of wine.”“Yesss ,” I agreed.She laughed.I did, too.This time felt even better.When I saw the brick row of townhouses, mine being on the very end, I hurried down the rest of the sidewalk and up the front steps.I unlocked the door.Once I was inside, my keys were placed in the bowl in the entryway, and I set
My eyes squinted.My chest pounded.“Please,” I begged. “Just say the words, and I’ll stay home tonight.”I clung my hand around the blanket, the other twisting the edge of the fluffy pillow. “Dylan …” I said so softly.There was movement on the bed.The air behind me suddenly turned to ice.“Dylan, no.”He couldn’t leave.At least not without saying something.But I heard his feet on the floor, and I knew that was exactly what he was doing.“Please, Dylan. Don’t go yet.”My body began to tense into a ball.“Come back,” I called.The bedroom door opened.Why did I tell him?Why was I so honest?Why didn’t I just keep my mouth shut?There was no reason I’d needed to tell him what I was doing with Smith.I could have kept it in.Lied.I wasn’t sure it would have even mattered.“Dylan—” I cried out, cutting myself off when the bedroom door closed behind him.He was gone.He hadn’t told me not to go.He wouldn’t.I hated that more than anything.I hated this feeling.I hated what we had b
That wasn’t true anymore.I loosened the light scarf from my neck and unbuttoned my jacket as I walked into the restaurant. “Hi,” I said to the hostess as I reached the desk she was standing at. “Reservations for Smith Reid.”She glanced at her tablet. “Yes, I see it right here. Looks like the other member of your party has already arrived.” She looked up. “Please follow me.”I stayed behind her as she led me into the main dining room.I wasn’t more than a few steps in when I saw Smith.He was sitting at a table against the window on the other side of the room, and he was typing something into his phone.As though he could sense my arrival, he gazed up.Our eyes locked.I could feel his stare.It hit my face first.My chest.My legs.It wasn’t a feeling I was used to.Not unless it came from Dylan.My God.As I closed the gap between us, still quite a distance away, I compared Smith to the pictures I’d looked at of him online and the small details I remembered from the night we’d met.
The look on his face told me it had truly been a guess.I was relieved to hear that he hadn’t looked me up.“Yes,” I said. “You’re right.”As he laughed, he gripped the edge of the table with both hands, and his head tilted back.It was the most laid-back sound.I wondered if I’d ever laugh that way again.“My sister, Star, goes there,” he told me. “I know the campus well.”“She’s getting her master’s?”He shook his head. “Bachelor’s.”She was much younger than him.From my estimate, at least by ten years, which put Smith somewhere in his early thirties.The same age as Dylan.“So, you went to school in the Back Bay, and you work in the city. What do you do for fun, Alix?”I met my best friend for happy hour several times a week.I spent time with Dylan whenever he came home.I dreamed about waking up to a sunny day.“You’re going to laugh,” I said.This was a question I was comfortable with.He put his elbows on the table. “I won’t.”“I’m from Maine. This small, quiet, quaint town in
I had gotten those answers within the first thirty days.During that time, the only nights we’d spent apart was when she was on for her twenty-four-hour shift, which she did twice a week.If we weren’t at our jobs, we were together.And then things began to move fast.There was no reason to slow them down.She wanted to go to sleep next to me, and I wanted to wake up next to her.There was only one small bit of turbulence.Alix hated to fly.And the size of the five-seater, single engine that I used for personal travel made her anxious as hell.It took a few weeks of talking to her about it, showing her the aircraft and where she’d be sitting, before she even started to warm up to the idea.Eventually, we went.I kept the first trip short. Twenty minutes. Just enough for her to get comfortable with the space, to feel the different shifts of wind and how they moved the plane, to get used to the view while she sat next to me in the cockpit.It was a lot to take in for someone who didn’t
I stared at the arrangement, trying to think of who would have sent them.I didn’t like any of the conclusions I had come up with.“Are you sure they’re mine?”I could tell the question surprised her.With a smile, she said, “Your name is on the card, so I think they’re for you.”I thanked her and took the vase, placing it next to my computer. My purse went in the bottom drawer, and I put on the headset.I didn’t open the envelope.I wasn’t ready.Instead, I sucked in a deep breath and rested my fingers on the keyboard, my thumb gently tapping the space bar but not hard enough to actually press it down. My body tensed. The tips of my toes ground into the bottom of my shoes.It was time.I hit the key that would connect the incoming call and said, “Nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?”“I’ve been in a car accident. I’m on the corner of Huntington Avenue and Cumberland Street. No one is hurt, but both cars are pretty banged up.”My chest loosened.Air slowly made its way through my lips
“That whole trip was amazing,” she said.I was quiet while I thought about that weekend—the incredible food and wine Dylan had arranged for us, the evenings we had spent talking until it was almost time to wake up for our hike.The laughter.“It was perfect,” I agreed. I shoved in another mouthful of chips and swallowed. “God, he’s so handsome.”“Best eyes I’ve ever seen.”I looked at her. “You’re so right about that.”“I remember when he locked eyes with me at the restaurant the night we first met him. There I was, trying to be all badass, stopping him from touching you. He gave me this stare as he handed me his wallet, and the whole time, I was thinking to myself, There’s nooo way Alix is going to be able to resist that man .”“I gave in quickly, didn’t I?”She laughed. “You did, you ho.”I smiled, shaking my head.She rested her chin on my shoulder and said nothing for several seconds. “I know it’s hard, having that chapter of your life over.”It wasn’t over.I just couldn’t tell h