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I know I’ve been busy, and he probably didn’t want to interrupt, but this is important. “Don’t be angry with him. I’d have done the same thing. Just let them have it out. It’s the only way she’ll get over it and move on.”
Is that what I’ve done with him? My head instantly throbs, and I rub both temples.
“How about I order some pizza, and we can write out a list of what’s next?” When I hesitate, he smirks. “I know how much you love lists.”
Every bone in my body is telling me to go find Saxon, but my good sense kicks in because Sam is right. Wasn’t I the one who told him to talk to Sophia? That he owed her that? Looks like my words have come back to bite me in the ass.
“Pepperoni with pineapple?”
“You remember?” My surprise is clear.
Sam stands with a smile. “How could I forget that fucking disgusting combination?”
A laugh escapes me. I never thought I’d hear Sam’s laugh in my presence ever again. It feels good to experience this small slice of normality with him. “Add anchovies and you’ve got yourself a deal.”
He screws up his face while I continue to chuckle. He hunts through the junk drawer, as we called it, which contains everything from menus to thumbtacks. When he produces the menu to Paulo’s, a wave of nostalgia rolls over me.
I recall when we came back from the hospital, it was one of the only memories Sam remembered. He remembered our favorite pizza place, but he couldn’t remember me.
He places the order while I lean forward and guzzle my wine. This will all be over with, and soon, so why does it feel like things have only just begun?
My barely touched pizza sits in front of me as I check my phone for the ten thousandth time. It’s almost midnight, and I have yet to hear from Saxon.
If what Sam overheard was indeed true, Saxon has been with Sophia for over seven hours. What in god’s name could they be talking about? A lump forms in my throat.
Sam has been great, and we manage to organize most of our affairs without too many arguments or awkward silences. But my mind has been elsewhere—it’s been with Saxon. I know I should give him space and not smother him, but I’m starting to worry.
As Sam rises to grab another beer, I decide to send Saxon a quick text.Looks like we’ll have to take a rain check on our date.
I should leave him be because this is a sensitive matter and things take time, but something doesn’t feel right. I know I’m probably just being paranoid, but nonetheless, I’ll feel better once I hear from Saxon.
My cell chirps and I almost leap from my stool.Loooks tha wayz…I purse my lips, looking over the message twice, just in case I’m seeing things. After spending several hours staring at the computer, it’s a good possibility I’ve gone cross-eyed.
But when I re-read it three times, it reads like a five-year-old has gotten a hold of Saxon’s cell.Where are you?I quickly type, my fingers barely able to keep up.
Sam takes a seat at the counter, looking at the cell gripped tightly in my palm. “Everything all right?” I nod quickly, too quickly, giving away my guilt. But when my cell chimes, I couldn’t care less that my poker face blows ass.
On our dayte.
Saxon is on a date? With who?Sophia?Wherever he is, he’s clearly drunk. Bile rises, and I jump from my seat, ready to stab them both in their eyeballs. “Whoa, what’s wrong?”
“Where are the keys?” I ask, throwing pieces of paper off the kitchen counter to find the car keys.
“Lucy, calm down.” But I can’t be calm. Not until I find Saxon and find out what the hell is going on.
“Here.” Sam holds up the keys. They’re cupped in his palm. Without hesitation, I lunge forward and snatch them from him. “You’ve had too much to drink. Let me drive you.” I stopped drinking hours ago.
That suggestion makes me even more nauseous than I already am. “I’m okay. Thank you, though.”
As I stuff my cell into my back pocket, Sam tries to comfort me. But I’m past that. “He’s a big boy.”
“I know that!” I snap, instantly feeling like a bitch for biting his head off. When he frowns, clearly wounded, I attempt to make amends. “I’m sorry, Sam, but I have to go.”
“Whatever,” he replies, turning his back. I’ve just undone all the progress we’ve made, but I can think about that tomorrow because right now, I need to find Saxon.
Running to the Jeep, I reply to Saxon’s ambiguous text.I’m coming. Tell me where you are.
I start the engine, not really sure where I’m headed. I could always go to Sophia’s. If Saxon’s bike is out front, then at least I’ll know where he is.
