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I loved that he knew what I was asking even though a minute ago we’d been arguing. “What can I do?”
“Give those doing the job the time and space to do it.”
“How can you be so calm?”
“I’ve been where they are, and I know firsthand how badly things can go when someone interferes.”
“I don’t want to go back to Boston with you.”
“You don’t have to.”
“When is he returning?” I asked.
Lynx tilted his head. “Who?”
“The helicopter pilot.”
“She won’t return until she hears from me.”
“I suppose that was sexist of me, but what I’m about to say is even worse.”
“What’s that?”
“Is she pretty?”
“Here we are,” said my father, approaching with our drinks.
Lynx brought his glass to mine. “You have nothing to worry about, Emerson, no one on earth is as pretty as you are.”
—:—
Before I knew it, it was after nine o’clock, and the four of us were still seated at the dining room table. My father entertained us with stories about his time with the state department while my mother kept the food and drinks flowing. When I finished my third margarita, I placed a napkin over my glass.
“Mom, stop,” I whined when she moved it and filled my glass anyway.
“Lynx told me you aren’t going back to the city tonight, so you can have another.”
“What about you?” I asked him, pointing to the time and wondering if he was feeling as tipsy as I was. Actually, I was flat-out drunk.
“He’s staying,” my mother answered for him while pouring him another round.
I looked over at my father, who shrugged.
“Oh my God,” I mumbled, covering my face with my hands. “I’m sorry about this.”
Lynx put his hand on my arm. “Don’t be.”
When I looked into his eyes, all I could think about was dragging him upstairs and into my bedroom. I didn’t even care that my parents would be in the same house. I wanted him to do what he’d done three years ago, and fuck me senseless.
He leaned forward so his mouth was close to my ear. “I’ll go, if that’s what you want,” he whispered.
I leaned into him without thinking. “No, that isn’t what I want at all.”
“Leave all this, I’ll clean up in the morning,” I heard my mother say as she pulled my dad out of his chair. “Come on, Rick, time for bed.”
“But you just poured me another drink, why am I going to bed?” We could hear my father’s protest as she led him up the stairs.
“I made up the room downstairs for you,” my mom shouted from the top of the stairs. “Good night! Sweet dreams!”
