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She sighs. “He thinks a hockey game might be a bad first date for us. Not that it’s a date, but you know. Meeting.”
“Oh, no, it’s fine.” I wave off their concern.
“Well, it’s just that you don’t really like violence.”
I laugh. “I figured that out already, thanks. But Jacob is playing, and he asked me to be there, so…”
“Jacob Rhodes?” Theo cocks his head.
“Yeah. Why?”
He eyes me. “It’s nothing, I’m sure.”
Okay. I mean, maybe he’s judging me. Hell,I’mjudging me. I woke up more turned on than I’ve ever been, and thenJacobwalked in. Burst in, just like I did to him. And then he went down between my legs and… well, I think I found my new religion.
Jacob Rhodes’ tongue.
I clear my throat and climb into the SUV. Lucy follows. Theo takes the front seat beside a driver I hadn’t realized was waiting in the car for us.
“We’re fancy.” Lucy laughs. “Sorry, should’ve warned you.”
“It’s okay.” I pull out my phone. “I made a list of questions for you.”
“Oh. Cool. Hit me with ’em.”
I scan the list. I made it last night, endlessly worried that I’d get too caught up in the evening to ask everything I want to know. And yes, I’m reasonably sure Lucy isn’t going to disappear on me. Part of this is a test to see how much she knows.
“Where did we meet?”
Lucy grins. “Easy. We met freshman year in high school. We weren’t friends, though. You had a few friends, and we just interacted kind of at the surface level. Like, we were partners in Biology to dissect frogs, for example. We didn’t get close until after. I think it was four years later, babe, right?”
“It was after you came back,” Theo says.
I don’t know what that means. Came back from what?
“We ran into each other in Beacon Hill, where we grew up.” She goes quiet. “I think you were back for your grandmother’s funeral.”
Oh. The idea of a grandmother is strange. But weirder still is the idea of her being gone.
“We grabbed a drink, realized how much we had in common, and the rest was history.” She makes a face. “Well, I guess… okay, it’s history to me. Hopefully it comes back for you, too.”
“What do you do for work?”
“I’m a journalist. I was working for a paper in Boston, but I decided to start my own online platform. It gives me more freedom, and I work on longer investigative pieces.” She smiles. “I’ve got a remote staff of four. Three of us work together, the other two maintain the site.”
“Wow.” That’s really cool. “What’s the site? Can I check it out?”
She nods and types it into my browser. I bookmark it and switch back to my questions.
“So, I lived in Beacon Hill, New York. When I woke up in the hospital, the investigator wasn’t able to locate my parents…”
Lucy doesn’t seem surprised by that. “Your parents weren’t good people. They wouldn’t help you even if they were around.”
Something settles in my chest.
An acceptance, maybe? I think I already knew, deep down, that I didn’t have a happy family.
“Where are they?”
