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Well. Ellen was indeed back at his apartment, and she was an attorney, and his dying uncle needed an attorney, and Colleen could just...just...
She couldn’t really believe she was convenient.
He ran the two blocks to her apartment. There was a light in her window, though the first floor was dark. Hopefully, her brother wasn’t about to come out and beat him up.
“Colleen!” he yelled up at her window.
No answer, though the giant dog’s head appeared in the window.
“Colleen!”
“Quiet, or I’ll call the police!” she barked. “This is a nice neighborhood.” She yanked up the screen and stuck her head out, then glanced next door. “Sorry, Mr. Wong. My idiot boyfriend. Do you have a gun? Just to scare him or maim him slightly.”
“Sorry, Colleen,” the neighbor called. “I’m antigun.”
“That’s a pity. Sorry for the noise.” She turned back to Lucas. “What?”
“Don’t be mad at me, you inconvenient woman.”
“I am mad. Leave me alone.”
“Can I call you?”
“No. I’m about to start power-eating Ben & Jerry’s. Leave me alone.”
“What kind?”
The question brought a smile to her lips, which she quickly smothered. “Peanut Butter Cup.”
“I like Coffee Heath Bar myself.”
“So go get some and choke on it.”
He grinned. “Sleep tight,mía.”
“You’re not off the hook just because you’re pulling a Romeo, Spaniard. You’re about to break my heart again. I can feel it.”
“You’re wrong.”
“Go away.” She pulled her head in and lowered the screen. “Call me tomorrow.”
* * *
BACKATHISapartment, Ellen had made herself some scrambled eggs. “Eating for two. I plan to milk that every second of this pregnancy, by the way.” She took a bite and smiled. “Sorry about ruining your night. Is she okay?”
“She’s fine,” he lied.
“Still so beautiful.”
He didn’t want to talk about Colleen with Ellen.
They had discussed Colleen once before, because to not talk about her, ever, would’ve made it seem like more. Which it was, but what was he supposed to do? He’d wanted their marriage to work, figured he’d burned bridges with Colleen forever and wasn’t going to moon after his high school sweetheart when Ellen had been nothing but open and decent and nice. So he told his wife about Colleen, and said that it was a typical young love situation, very intense until it burned itself out.
He lied, in other words.
“Tell me about Joe,” she said, taking out her razor-thin laptop. “How’s he doing?”
“He’s still getting dialysis,” Lucas said. “He...he maybe has a few weeks.”
