Unless she didn’t because something happened.
My pulse picks up and a thin sheen of sweat blooms along my hairline and around my neck. I should’ve taken the time to change out of my suit.
“Do you know where she went?” I ask.
She frowns. “No, I only just got home. I could text her? If you want to keep it a surprise, I mean?”
This is turning into a bigger production than I intended. And it’s probably fine.
But what if it’s not? I nod, and she’s texting before I can put words together.
“Usually she texts back right away,” she says, frowning at her screen. “Do you want to come inside?”
I look down the street as if she might walk up the sidewalk at any moment.
“It’s uh… it’s okay.” I don’t really mean it. I’ve never been the guy who waits around for a woman. But also, I’m not leaving until I see for myself that Megan is okay.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, thanks. I’ll just wait out here for a bit. Just in case.”
Her brow furrows, but she shrugs and leaves me where I am. I sit on the top step and pull out my phone to text Freddy.
ME:Where are you?
FLUX:Cincinnati, you asshole
ME:I’m your boss, dude. Show a little respect.
FLUX:Shit, yeah. Sorry. Thought you were being a smartass. Did you know people eat chili five different ways here?
ME:Think I’ve heard as much.
FLUX:None of them are acceptable. The only acceptable way to eat chili is with Fritos.
ME:New topic: You haven’t heard from Megan today, have you?
FLUX:Nope
FLUX:Everything okay?
My heart beats faster and my knee starts to bounce. It’s ridiculous. I made an impromptu decision to come see Megan, and now I’m sitting on her front porch, freaking myself out.
FLUX:You can’t ghost me like that. She okay? Baby okay?
ME:Yeah, everything’s fine. Just trying to get ahold of her
FLUX:Worried you’re in the doghouse already? :’D
ME:Something like that
FLUX:Don’t sweat. She’s the most forgiving person I know
His words don’t help. If anything, they send a litany of other terrible scenarios running through my head. What if she got mugged and someone stole her phone? Or what if she didn’t use the car service I gave her access to and got kidnapped by a shifty rideshare driver? Or what if she’s hemorrhaging out, all by herself, in some third-rate urgent care?
This is ridiculous. I shoot off another text.
ME:Hey princess, I’m back in town. What are you up to?