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Mrs. Potter pulls away and wipes her eyes with her apron. “I know. We should be so thankful it was just a little minor incident. Well, you two enjoy your evening,” she says. She turns at the door. “You’re going to the annual board dinner tomorrow night, yes?”
I nod. “We’ll take the helicopter,” I state, deciding my one car voyage is my final one.
“Oh, alright, then. I’ll make sure the pilot is on standby. Bastian has the food waiting for you,” she says.
“Head on home, Mrs. Potter. I’ll clean up after us,” I state as I continue looking at Isa.
“Oh…uh, if you insist,” she says.
“I insist.”
“Well, I’ll let Bastian know. Goodnight,” she says as she leaves us alone.
“I want to check on Bastian. Meet me in the dining room?” I ask Isa.
She bites her lip and gives me a tentative nod. I feel like she wants to say something and is holding back, but right now, I need to make sure my best friend is alright.
I find him putting on his jacket.
“Food is out. Mrs. Potter saidyouare cleaning up?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.
I embrace him and he goes stiff as a board.
“I’m glad you are OK,” I state as I pat his back and pull away.
“Well, that was weird. And yes, I’m fine. What the hell is wrong with you?” he asks.
“I…I’m fine,” I lie.
“Right. You’re great. You drove for the first time in a decade. You came upon an accident scene with people you care about. And now you want to clean. Sure, yeah. Totally normal,” he muses .
“Fuck off. I’m fine,” I mutter.
“And there he is,” Bastian says with a smile as he pats the top of my head like a small child.
I brush his arm away. “You’re really fucking the worst, you know that?”
“Right back at you. I’ll see you in the morning, my little speed racer,” he says with a wink as he exits the kitchen.
I walk into the dining room and find Isa sitting and staring at her plate. It’s takeout from Max’s restaurant. We eat in silence. I catch Isa looking over at me on three different occasions. I know what I need to do but she’s going to fight me on it, that I know for sure.
I clear our plates and put them in the dishwasher with Isa’s help, and when we finish, I lead her to my room. I strip off her clothes slowly and then mine. I lay her on my bed and make love to her. This time feels different, I feel a connection that I’ve never felt before. It feels more intense, more real, and that scares the shit out of me.
As we’re lying there afterward, Isa’s head on my chest, her body tucked against mine, I look down at her. “No more cars,” I declare.
“Adam, be serious,” Isa says with a sigh.
“I am. No more cars. I’ll get you a four-wheeler and you can take it on the path,” I state.
She raises her head. “We’ve already discussed that those are actually more dangerous than a car.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I say.
“Oh, for the love of…” She trails off. “I have my own car, you know. You can’t stop me from driving it.”
“That death trap? Hell yeah, I can. That thing is going straight to the dump once I find it,” I state.
“Adam, you’re being totally unreasonable.”
