I got up from the table and moved around to her chair. I put my hand on her shoulder and said, “Stay. Enjoy yourself. Eat your meal … and mine. If you want. It was nice meeting you …” I stopped and cleared my throat, trying to remember her name. It didn’t come to me, and I had nothing left to say, so I walked away.
But I didn’t leave the restaurant.
I went to Alix’s table, stood right at her side, and put my back toward my date. “Excuse me,” I said.
Rose was already looking at me.
Not Alix.
I had to wait for her to slowly turn to me, her gaze gradually lifting until it reached my face. “Hi.”
“I want to give you something.”
She smiled out of nervousness. “Okay.”
“Give me your hand.”
“She’s not giving you anything until I know what this is about,” Rose said.
The dynamics of their friendship were defined in that moment.
So were their personalities.
I glanced at Rose. “What I’m about to give her isn’t going to hurt her.”
“I don’t know that.”
I reached into my back pocket again, took out my wallet, and gave it to her. “You have everything in there—my ID, pilot’s license, credit cards, debit card, and over a thousand in cash. If something happens to her, you can hand it over to the police. Except for the cash; you keep that.”
She looked up from her palm where it was all resting and eventually said, “Fair enough.”
My stare returned to Alix. “Please give me your hand.”
She lifted it off her lap, and as it moved through the air, I caught it and flipped her hand around. As I held her palm face up, I took a pen out of my jacket and pressed it against her skin, running the tip length-wise.
When I finally released her, she looked at it to see what I had written. “Your phone number?”
I nodded.
“You could have typed it into my cell.”
“That’s too impersonal.”
“And writing on my hand isn’t?”
Out of all the questions, she’d asked that one.
“I got to touch you,” I said, my tongue circling the corner of my lip from the memory of what she had felt like. “And then I got to watch and feel the way you responded to me.”
She searched my eyes, her cheeks beginning to redden. “I could be married.”
I didn’t care if she was.
That was how strongly I felt for this girl after being in her presence for only a minute.
“Then, don’t call me. Or do. The decision is up to you.”
When I took a few steps toward Rose, Alix said, “Where are you going?”
I waited for Rose to put my wallet on top of my hand before I said, “The airport. I have a plane to fly.”
“You’re a pilot.” She didn’t say it as though she were questioning me. She said it like she was storing the information, cementing it in her brain even though this was the second time I’d told her.
“I’m many things,” I answered, and then I left the restaurant.
Thirty-eight minutes later, I was in the air.
Three
Alix
Present Day
My townhouse was only six blocks from the restaurant—too close to get a car service, just far enough away to fill my body with fresh air. So, after having dinner with Rose, I walked home, taking in the smells and sounds and sights of the city.
Boston was never quiet.
I appreciated that.
Silence was like moisture; it created an environment that allowed things to grow. Fester. Eat into the walls and foundation.
I didn’t want to give my thoughts that kind of space and freedom inside my brain. I knew they’d never go away, but I wanted them to stay dormant for the rest of my life.
Therefore, I preferred the loudness, especially when it seeped through the windows of my brownstone and padded the rooms with noise.
There seemed to be an extra dose of it this evening, which excited me as I continued to head home. When I turned onto my block, my speed increased, and I hurried up the five steps.
I unlocked the door.
Keys were placed in a bowl on a table in the entryway, and I set my bag on the closest barstool in the kitchen.
There was a note from Dylan on the counter.
I smiled as I read it and grabbed the bottle of red that was next to it. When my eyes landed on the last word, I filled a glass and carried it into the bedroom.
My jewelry was dumped in a drawer on the right side of the closet, my clothes in the hamper, my shoes wherever they landed on the floor.
Without stopping in the bathroom to brush my teeth or wash off my makeup, I brought the wine over to the bed, and I climbed in. Once I was settled, I reached toward the tablet on the nightstand, pressing the button that flipped off the lights and another that turned on the TV.
HGTV.
That was all I ever watched.
While I was still sitting up, I took a few sips of wine, my lower body sinking into the mattress, my muscles slowly starting to relax. Once the feeling moved toward my center, I set the glass next to the tablet and slid until my head was nestled into the fluffy down of the pillow.
I tugged the blanket up to my neck, and the warmth of the wine began to move to my face.
My eyes closed.
I rolled onto my stomach, the coolness of the top sheet now resting over my bare ass.
Just as I was hugging a pillow against my side, I heard him.
I smiled again.
And then I exhaled a long, deep sigh. “I’ve missed you, Dylan,” I whispered.
“I’ve missed you.”He was here.With me.That was the only thing I wanted.“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he added.That made me shiver.Even harder.I felt movement, and the blanket shifted. Then, suddenly, he was on top of me.His smell.His touch.His presence.I loved all of it.While I stayed on my stomach, his mouth traveled down my back, peppering my spine with kisses. It forced my lips to spread almost as wide as my legs.“You’re so fucking beautiful, Alix.”Oh God.My arm shot out from under the pillow, and it feathered down the front of me until two of my fingertips were pressed against my clit. “I want you,” I moaned.My hips shifted higher to give him more access, his tip easily finding my wetness.He growled in my ear, and then I heard, “You’re going to get all of me.”I swallowed.And then I gasped as his long thickness thrust deep inside me.It was perfection.So was the sensation that consumed my entire body, the tingles that spread to each of my limbs.Emotion bur
“Why do you say that?”I waved off my assistant as she popped her head in, and I swiveled the chair around to face the wall of windows. “Most people send a text the next day, two days max. Or they scrub off the ink with no intention of ever calling. But they don’t usually keep the number and wait three weeks to use it.”“I was moving. That’s why I didn’t phone you sooner.”I grabbed a stress ball off my desk. I threw it into the air, caught it, and tossed it right back up. “My best friend owns a moving company. I could have had you relocated and unpacked within a few hours.”“I wouldn’t have accepted your offer, Dylan. My roommates and I are more than capable of handling it.”I shifted in my seat as the ball went wide to the left, and I threw it high. “It sounds like you have more than one.”“I have three.”“Three?” I said, laughing.I hadn’t lived with that many people since college, and that was ten years ago.I wasn’t sure how old Alix was. I guessed mid-twenties, which meant she s
A few months later, I’d left, too.Just as I began to unzip that memory while Rose was telling me what their plans were for tonight, I heard a sound.It was one I couldn’t ignore.One I’d been tuned in to for years.It was the sound of someone who needed help.My feet stopped, and I scanned the area in front of me and on both sides until I found the source. There were two men just steps inside the mouth of the alley up ahead. One was sitting on the ground, hunched forward. The other was hovering over him, trying to evoke a response.It took less than a second to assess the situation.My heart began to race, my hands trembling to the point where I almost dropped the phone.The man kneeling was shaking the unconscious guy’s shoulders.There was still no reaction from him.My experience told me he would only get worse without a medical intervention.He needed an EMT, and then he needed to be brought to the hospital.It was a process I was quite familiar with.But, even if I wanted to hel
“And they’re showing you that he’s …” His voice trailed off, and he lifted his hand from Joe’s neck and ran it through his hair. “Jesus fucking Christ, Joe. Open your eyes and look at me, buddy.” When Joe didn’t respond, Smith put his hand on his friend’s chest and shook it. “Open your goddamn eyes. I know you can hear me right now.”I didn’t stop him because I didn’t think movement would hurt Joe’s condition.“What the fuck did you take?” He got closer to Joe’s face. “You didn’t have to do this. We would have figured it out. I would have helped you; you know that.”Just as Joe’s pulse slowed a little more, I heard the sound of the siren. By how loud it was, it couldn’t have been more than a few blocks away.“They’re almost here,” I said to Smith.My fingers stayed on Joe’s wrist, constantly monitoring his heart rate in case it lowered to where I needed to give him CPR. My eyes were glued to him, taking in the coloring of his skin, the movement in his face, every rise of his chest. An
EightAlixPresent DayWithin thirteen minutes of entering my townhouse, I was in bed. Naked. The blanket pulled up to my neck, a bottle of wine in my hand that I rested on top of the mattress.HGTV was playing on the television.Muted.Both bedside table lamps were on.In the last several seconds, I’d played and processed my encounter with Smith and Joe.I’d celebrated the moment internally.It was another milestone after all.And it had been a big one.Now, it was time to call Rose, whose panicked texts I still hadn’t replied to.I opened my call log, found her name, and pressed it.“Alix, are you okay?”I shouldn’t have waited so long to call.I should have phoned her when I’d gotten inside my townhouse.But I couldn’t have.My return couldn’t have gone in that order.I’d had to unlock the door first, then drop the keys and my bag, grab the wine, get undressed, and climb into bed.“Yes,” I promised. “I’m fine.”She sighed, and I could tell how relieved she was. “What the hell happe
She needed to understand something, and because I was more forward than her, I said, “Listen to me, Alix. You can always say no to me.”“I’m not sure I can.”As I looked into her eyes, the truth behind that statement revealed itself to me.She felt the same way I did.I didn’t know what to call it.I couldn’t even describe it.But it was something.I’d known that from the moment I stood next to her at the restaurant.Even more so when I wrote my number on her hand.And, now, the feeling was even more intense than ever.Enough that I needed to start walking or my fucking hands were going to reach for her.I couldn’t let that happen yet.“Follow me.” My hand went to her shoulder, moving her closer, before I led her toward State Street.Just as I took a step, I heard, “Wait.”I glanced at my side, our eyes locking.“I need to know something first.”“What?”“Is she still in the picture?”She.The girl I had been with that night.It was a fair question.“She’s long gone.” My lids narrowed
She swallowed the fries. “Same—except I’m an only child, neither of my parents are pilots, and I grew up in southern Maine.”“Portland?”“Falmouth.”“Even nicer,” I said. I knew the area well, as I’d flown into Portland many times and checked out the surrounding cities. “There’s a corner store in Falmouth. I can’t remember the name, but it has the best whoopie pies I’ve ever tasted.”“Nina’s Variety, and you’re right; they do.”Her lips parted as she lifted the gyro and took a bite.A mouthful so big, it made me proud of her.Alix was cool.Much more than just a pretty face.This girl had substance.She had a story.It was one I wanted to hear.And one I wanted to be a part of.“I want to do this again,” I said.“Me, too.”Once I got up, I reached down to help her stand. “You ready for dessert?”She showed me her sandwich, which she’d only eaten half of. “I don’t think I can fit in another bite.”“Find the room.” I tossed her gyro into a trash bin along with the rest of mine and the e
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 did