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“No,” I said but a tug in the back of my mind told me she was on to something.
“Vince, everybody has blind spots. Mine happens to be you. So.” She patted the sheets beside her. “Get into this bed and let me make you forget everything for a while.”
She smiled at me, that smile that said I was going to get lucky very shortly, the smile that said she didn’t give a damn about my dad, she just wanted me. I stripped down and climbed in next to her, felt her arms go around me and her lips on my neck and pulled her close.
“We are not our pasts,” she said to me, “and we’re sure as hell not our parents’ past. This is us, right here, right now, and we are terrific.”
And then she kissed me, and she was right, we were terrific.
SATURDAY
CHAPTER 33
When I came out of Liz’s room at the Shady Rest the next morning to head back to the Big Chef, I felt lighter. As if I’d lost some weight, which I probably had, given Liz’s unusual early wake up and subsequent exertions, which I will never complain about. She’d slumped back to sleep, and I was leaving while I could still walk.
I carefully shut the door so I wouldn’t wake her, not that it was likely, and two doors down, Mac was doing the same, coming out of Olivia’s room.
He looked dazed and confused.
“You okay?” I asked.
“I feel like I got hit by a truck,” he said. “A small one, but it packed a punch.”
“So that’s a yes.”
He smiled. “It was a really great truck. Best truck of my life.”
“Been there,” I said, and got into the Gladiator and headed back to the Big Chef.
I dialed favorite #3 and Rain picked up after four rings, sounding grumpy.
“Do you still get up before dawn?” she demanded.
“Don’t you?”
“Fuck no,” Rain said. There was a voice murmuring behind her. Molly asking who it was.
“Did I wake you?” I asked, trying for an innocent tone of voice.
“Fuck you, Vince,” she said.
“Go back to sleep. I’m sorry.”
“I’m up now. What do you want?”
“Are you in town? Do you want a cup of my famous field mocha?”
“You still drink that piss water?” Rain asked. “Man, you’ve got way too many bad habits. You’re in civilization now. There are machines that do it better. And no, I am not leaving the comfort of this bed, and the company in this bed, to drink that crap. It’s Saturday. You’re supposed to sleep in.”
I had another insight into why Liz needed her own place. Even on weekends, I get up at the same time. Maybe I needed to change my routine?
I’d been silent too long.
“Well?” Rain demanded. “Why did you call me?”
I’d wanted to talk about the ledger. And about Liz likely being Cleve’s daughter, but Molly was with Rain and right now, Molly thought Liz was her sister via Day. It wasn’t my place to pass the information to her. Fucking Burney’s family entanglements made the old Five Families of New York mafia look boring.
“To see how you were doing,” I lamely tried.
