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
She grinned when we pulled into the wooded driveway and turned her body toward me. “What is this place?”“It’s a house.”She bent her head to be able to see the top of it out of the window. “Why would you rent something so big for just the two of us?”It was just under ten thousand square feet and built into the base of the mountain with a full view of the south side of the lake. It was too big for a family of ten.“Because I wanted you to see how beautiful it looks from each window.”Her stare slowly shifted back to me. “But it’s the size of my old high school.”“It’s my place, Alix.”“What?” Her eyes widened. “You really own that?”I nodded. “I also have a condo in LA where my West Coast office is located.”She glanced from me to the house, repeating that pattern every few seconds. “Does someone usually live here?”She was processing this in stages.“No, the homes are available to us whenever we want to stay in them.” I reached across the seat and put my hand on her cheek. “We’re go
It was a home I shared with Dylan.It didn’t feel right, bringing Smith there.Smith: Ha!Me: Send me your address. I’ll see you at 11.Hours later, while I was sitting in the living room of my townhouse, I pulled up the photo I had posted earlier and checked who had liked and commented on it.Rose had left an emoji.I continued scrolling and saw Smith’s name.My heart started to pound.He had liked the picture.He had followed me, too.I clicked on his profile, my finger hovering over the button to follow him back.Right before I pressed it, my attention was dragged away when I heard a sound from the kitchen.I hoped it was Dylan coming home early.I waited.One second, two seconds.Nothing.Slowly, I glanced back at the screen, my finger still in the same spot.I wasn’t sure why I was even contemplating it.I hit Follow.Then, I immediately got up from the couch and went over to the ottoman to get my purse. Once I found my keys inside, I placed them in the bowl on the table in the e
Right before we reached the entrance of the bakery, I stopped and looked at him. “Most people wouldn’t begin the tour here.”“You’re not like most, Alix. I learned that the night we met.”I smiled and tried not to let the tone of his voice affect me. “I’ve become somewhat of a foodie, which means I eat like a pregnant woman.”He laughed. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”“Except I have this thing for chocolate cake, and I like to start my mornings with it. I’ve scoured the entire city to find the best. And it’s here”—I pointed at the door in front of us—“at Nona’s. So, this is what we’re having for brunch.” I paused. “You do like cake, don’t you?”I tried to remember some of the food pictures he’d posted and if any were of dessert.He laughed again, his grip on me becoming a little tighter. “Of course I do.”I opened the door, and the smell of chocolate hit me in the face.“Damn,” I heard him say from behind me. When I looked over my shoulder, he was gazing at the display of cookie s
“You work through the night and in some of the worst parts of town. You don’t get to choose when you can and can’t write back to me. You pick up that goddamn phone, and you let me know you’re all right.”“I couldn’t.” Her voice turned sharper. “I had blood all the way up to here.” She pointed at her elbow and then said, “And I didn’t want to get it all over my phone.”I’d caused the snappiness in her voice, not the patient.But I just wanted her to understand what tonight had been like for me.“I’ve been texting you for hours, Alix. I can’t imagine you were covered in blood that entire time.”She was quiet for several seconds, her thumb sliding up and down the glass. “Dylan, I don’t think you have any idea what I do for a living. The lives I’m responsible for. The duties I have to perform on a minute-by-minute basis.” Her expression softened. “I can’t just pause in the middle of inserting an IV or stop performing CPR to answer my phone. I’m out there to save lives, and that’s all I’m