Within 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 happened that caused you to hang up, not return my texts, and not show up to dinner?”
Dinner.
Shit, I’d forgotten all about it.
“Please apologize to Peter for me.”
I had his number.
I never planned on using it again.
“Alix, seriously, start talking.”
My stare dropped to the bed, to the empty spot that was just to the right of me.
The spot Dylan should be lying on.
He should have his shirt off, wearing a sexy pair of boxer briefs. The blanket low on his waist, his hands crossed over his abs.
He had no idea how badly I needed him to come home tonight.
Or maybe he did.
“On the way to the restaurant, I came across two men in an alley,” I confessed. “One of them needed help. I’m almost positive he was overdosing.”
“Oh God, Alix.”
“I stopped and helped them, and then I left.”
“You’re home now?”
“Yes.” I tightened my grip on the bottle, lifting it to my lips, chugging down several mouthfuls. “Ask me if I’m celebrating.”
“Are you?”
“I skipped the glass and went straight for the bottle.”
“I’m proud of you, babe.” She was silent for several seconds. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.” And, because I knew her so well, I added, “I’m okay, I promise.”
“How about I come over and sleep at your place tonight?”
This wasn’t the first time she’d offered to do that.
“No, I’m really all right. I’m just going to go to bed.”
“Understandable.” The concern in her voice was gone. “I’m going to call you in the morning.”
“I figured,” I said. “Good night.”
I hung up and placed the phone on the nightstand, setting the wine next to it. I then hit the screen of the tablet to turn off the lights and lifted the blanket up to my nose, rolling until I faced Dylan’s side of the bed.
I was just about to shift positions again when I heard him.
Excitement immediately filled me.
As I waited for him to come into the bedroom, my lids squeezed closed, my body tensing up with anticipation.
He was giving me what I needed.
I wondered if he knew that.
The noises got louder.
And then, slowly, I felt movement and a wave of warmth as he got into bed behind me.
“You’re here.” I took a breath.
“Yes.”
“I didn’t think you’d come.”
Guilt began to pound through my chest.
I’d left the house to go on a date.
With Peter.
Because Rose wanted me to get laid.
But she didn’t know about Dylan’s visits.
I couldn’t tell her about them either.
“Tonight was so hard,” I whispered, not knowing why those words had left my mouth. “I was on my way out and …” I paused as I felt his lips touch the top of my shoulder. “There was a man who needed my help.”
I knew why he wasn’t saying much.
I just wished he wasn’t being so quiet.
“I didn’t work on him,” I continued. “But I assessed him and I called for help and …”
The rest didn’t matter.
I’d covered the points that had been cause for celebration.
I smashed my lids together even harder as I waited for him to tell me he was proud, that I’d done a good job—things that would mean more to me than anything.
But all I got was a hug.
A long one.
One that I felt around my whole body.
He always knew what I really needed.
And an embrace was certainly it.
“Please stay,” I said softly.
There were several moments of silence before I felt movement, and he was pushing himself off the bed.
“I can’t,” was all I heard.
Some nights, he didn’t leave.
Tonight just wasn’t one.
“Dylan, I love you.”
I didn’t get a response, so I looked over my shoulder. He wasn’t in here, and the bedroom door was closed.
He was gone.
“Hi,” Alix said as she moved across the sidewalk. She closed the gap between us and stopped when she was about a foot away.
She was still dressed in her uniform—a white button-down and khakis and large black boots.
Somehow, she made it look sexy.
“You’re here.”
She glanced behind her at the stairs she had just climbed, and then her stare slowly returned to me. “I’m a little shocked, honestly.”
I leaned my side into the brick exterior of the train station. “Why?”
She gazed up at me through her lashes.
She was shy.
That was something I’d noticed at the restaurant. I just hadn’t realized how reserved she really was.
“Well, when I called, I didn’t think you’d answer, so I just planned on leaving a message.” Her voice was soft.
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.
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