“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. And my ears were focused on the sounds that came from his mouth.
When the paramedics got out of the ambulance and approached us, I gave them Joe’s pulse, and then I said to Smith, “Follow me.”
“You’re asking me to leave him?”
I looked over my shoulder. “I’m just asking you to step aside, so they have room to work on him. Once they get him in the ambulance, they’ll let you on, and you can ride with them to the hospital.”
Without another word, he got up and followed me to the sidewalk, moving several paces down the building.
The medics placed the stretcher outside the alley and took our places in front of Joe.
I turned around to face Smith. “Are you all right?”
His eyes didn’t leave Joe, but from where we stood, we couldn’t see much. “That’s my best friend over there. I don’t know if he’s going to make it. Fuck no, I’m not okay.”
There was nothing I could say to assure him that Joe would make a full recovery. It just depended on what his vitals showed, how his body continued to respond, how the EMTs medically treated him on the way to the hospital.
What I knew was, every second Joe went untreated, it decreased his percentage of survival.
The medics working on him knew that, too.
“Let’s wait over here,” I said to Smith and led him to the side of the ambulance.
A crowd had started to form by the alley. I didn’t want Smith to get forgotten once they had Joe on the stretcher.
“They need to fucking hurry up,” Smith said. His arms were crossed over his chest, his breathing so much more rapid than his best friend’s.
“They’re good at what they do,” I assured him.
Boston only hired the best, so he didn’t have to worry about that.
He took a few steps forward and the same amount back. His hand shifted from his bicep to his hair to cupping the open door of the ambulance.
Since I still wasn’t able to see much of Joe, I took the opportunity to evaluate Smith, something I still hadn’t done yet.
The muscles in his jaw were tensing.
He was smashing his lips together, rubbing them against each other.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
But it was his expression I understood the most.
The pain, the helplessness.
It filled his eyes.
“Is there anything I can do to help you?”
He stopped pacing and glanced at me, but our eyes only connected for a second because, suddenly, there was movement in the alley. The medics were putting Joe on the stretcher, buckling him in and rolling him toward us.
“This is Smith Reid,” I said to the paramedics, pointing at him. “He is Joe’s best friend. He’ll be riding with you to the hospital.”
“No problem,” one of the medics said as they got ready to lift the stretcher inside.
When Smith’s eyes landed on me again, I said, “Good luck.”
I didn’t wait for him to respond.
I just immediately walked away and didn’t stop until I saw the familiar row of dark red brick and the five front steps that led up to my townhouse.
I unlocked the door.
Keys were placed in a bowl on the table in the entryway, and I set my bag on a barstool in the kitchen.
I grabbed the bottle of red and carried it along with my phone into the bedroom. As I dumped my jewelry in a drawer on the right side of the closet, I saw Dylan’s handwritten note on the bottom shelf next to a pair of heels.
He always left them in the craziest spots.
I read his words.
I love you, too , I thought as I stripped off my clothes and dropped them in the hamper, my boots staying wherever they fell.
Keeping my makeup on, not even brushing my teeth, I carried the wine and my cell over to the bed, and I climbed in. Once I got comfortable and had several swigs of the red down my throat, I looked at the texts that were filling my screen.
Rose: Why did you hang up so quickly? Is everything okay?
Rose: Why aren’t you texting me back?
Rose: Peter said you haven’t shown up to the restaurant. I’m freaking out right now, Alix. Where are you?
Rose: CALL ME.
I would call her once I caught my breath.
Once I replayed everything that had just happened and I got it settled in my mind.
Because what had just gone down was a moment.
One that needed to be celebrated.
I would get there.
It was just going to take me more than two seconds.
Alix walked up the stairs to exit the Downtown Crossing station and stepped onto Summer Street. She looked to her right and then slowly turned toward her left.
That was where I was standing.
Fifteen feet away.
Our eyes locked.
Her smile pounded my chest like a goddamn mallet.
In that moment, everything made sense.
Answers filled my head.
All of them had to do with her.
Alix Rayne.
The woman who was about to change my whole fucking life.
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
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.