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“Go ahead. The patio door’s over there if you want privacy.”
She nodded, then disappeared through the sliding door.
I sighed in disappointment. The conversation and her thoughts seemed to be focused on her asshole of a boss, and all the things that could go wrong. I wanted to get to know her better, but I wondered if there was anything deeper under the layers of worries and what-ifs.
I’d dated women before that were just piles of worry and what-ifs and to-do lists; it was no fun.
Was there more to Grace under all those layers? Or was I just wandering through a labyrinth of mirrors where we’d keep walking in circles and coming back to these reflective walls?
I wanted to hold onto the chance, the possibility, that she might be able to understand me. That night we shared together was the closest I’d ever felt with someone. It was a connection that transcended words; it was pure feeling.
Music.
And I knew I wasn’t the only one that felt it. I’d seen her eyes.
She was scared.
That meant it was real.
16
Bo
“Hey,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm.
“Why are you calling me?” Grace asked.
I gnashed my teeth. If I closed my eyes, I could picture her standing with her lips pursed, one hand on her hip.
“Oh, right. HowdareI call you, Little Miss Muffet. Sorry to rouse you off your tight-ass tuffet, but we’ve got something important to discuss.”
“I don’t even know why I picked up—”
“Yes you do. It’s because everything’s starting to unravel, and you’re starting to finally fucking believe me,” I said, twirling the evil pen in my hand.
She was quiet, and I knew my words rang true.
“Now that I’ve got your attention, you’ll be pleased to know that this pen works with amending them. You can change them.” I peered out the window, making sure Summer was still peacefully reading a book in the hammock. It had been a few days since I’d carefully added to the pages I’d written about her, but I was still walking on eggshells.
I still didn’t completely trust that she wouldn’t fly off the handle; that I was being lured into a false sense of security. But, it seemed to be working for now, and that got me excited.
Excited enough to want to tell someone.
But there was no one to tell except Grace.
“My ex came to me again,” she finally said. “I don’t know what he wants—”
“He wants to fuck up your life. He’ll keep coming to you, no matter how far away you get from him. They always know where you are. Trust me; I’ve left the state. I’ve left the country before, and they always find a way to follow. You can’t run from your demons.”
“So he’s following me right now?!”
“Probably,” I said with a shrug. “It’s a safe bet to assume he’s always following you, because he’s alwaysbeenfollowing you, in your head. You get what I’m saying?”
“Not really.”
I sighed. “Fine. Choose not to believe me. It doesn’t change the fact that it’s the truth,” I said happily, almost gloatingly. “Clark Kent’s gonna keep showing up until you deal with him.”
“How do I deal with him, exactly?”
