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Randi glared at her. “I don’t play games.” Then she turned to me and said, “I hope you don’t either.”
“I do not,” I stated honestly.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come inside?” she asked.
“No. I’ll wait on the porch,” I said.
Samantha huffed. “Be sure to bring your cell phone too in case you need me to come and pick you up,” she told Randi.
Randi went and came back with her house keys. “Samantha, why don’t you go home and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“No way am I leaving until I know you’re okay,” she stated firmly.
“He would never hurt me,” Randi replied.
“Physically? Maybe not. But he hurt your heart.”
If that was to make me feel like shit, it was working. Part of me still didn’t think what happened was that big of a deal, but everyone around me couldn’t be wrong. All I could do is to try and do better.
“Samantha, I had and have no intention of doing either,” I said.
Randi brushed past Samantha and headed down the walkway beside me. “I’m sorry about the way she was speaking to you. It was…rude.”
“You don’t need to apologize. I’m the one who was rude to you last night.”
“It wasn’t as bad as I made it to be. You were defending your friend, and I was trying to protect my sister. Both of us were trying to do the right thing, but neither of us were. Bob and Samantha are…free spirited people who no matter what anyone says, they are going to do whatever they want to. I was accusing Bob of not being a decent person, when in fact, some of the things he does are no different from what she’s done,” she said.
“Not easy when advice falls on deaf ears,” I replied.
She nodded. “Exactly. I’ve even tried talking to her about sex and not just having a one-night stands. Do you know what she told me?” she asked.
I didn’t want to talk about Samantha, but I knew it was better to listen than to speak right now. “If she’s like Bob, then I can only imagine.”
“Exactly. She told me that times have changed and it is okay just to want to fuck and nothing more. I can't believe that my sister, as smart and educated as she is, can be so casual about something as intimate as sex. I mean, I can’t have sex like that without having feelings for the person.”
So, you do care for me. Just how much.
“Bob has said something similar. I had accused him of using women and he told me that the women he has sex with are of the same mindset. I guess you and I don’t understand that because we’re not like them.”
“No, we’re not,” she said softly. We were about two blocks away from her house when she stopped and said, “Sam, I shouldn’t have shut you out like that. It’s not just that I was upset, but I was…confused.”
“About what? Us?” I asked. Because I know the feeling.
“Everything. Nothing has been right from the moment Bob hired me to do that job. It’s as though my life is a movie and I’m watching it. Or maybe a dream and I am waiting for someone to wake me. But I don’t want to wake up. I might not be living the life I normally do, and this new life kind of scares me, but…”
“But you don’t want it to end,” I finished for her. She nodded. “I am feeling the same way. Everything about you has been…unexpected. You’ve brought me out of my comfort zone. But instead of hating it, I find myself wanting more. I’m not talking about sex, although that is amazing, but I’m talking about all the other times we spend together. Even now, walking around your neighborhood is…nice.” I stated I reached out and took her hand in mine. “Randi, the thought that I hurt you last night was like a knife in my gut. I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to rush back over here and beg for your forgiveness. But I couldn’t. I needed to take some time alone myself. I also had some thinking to do.”
“And what did you think about?” she asked.
“You. Me. Us.”
“Is there an us?” she asked.
“I sure in hell hope so, because I don’t want to go back to just being me,” I said. “Randi, I think I’m falling in love with you.”
She smiled up at me. “I’m falling in love with you too.”
My heart raced hearing those words, but I wasn’t about to pull her into my arms and kiss her. Not yet. There was more for me to say. “Will you forgive me for last night?”
