Double Score

I walked

into my room, feeling the drudge of traveling clinging to my skin. I stripped down and stepped into the shower. The last three days were down the drain in seconds.

Heather and I finally had our romcom marathon and I discovered that Presley was a lot more fun than I realized. She was an excellent shoe shopper and there were some great boutiques in DC she scouted for us. I came home with three new pairs of heels.

Other than missing Sam like crazy, I had a great time. But I couldn’t believe that in a few days, I had to do it again. This time we were flying to San Francisco. I couldn’t think about that now. I stepped out of the shower and dried off.

I didn’t have the energy for anything but crawling under my covers and going to sleep. I put the phone next to the bed in case Sam called.

31

Sam

“Hold on.” I called to whoever was knocking on the door. It was probably one of the guys from the construction crew. They had been tearing the place down and rebuilding it almost from the studs up. It was going to be incredible.

I whipped open the door to find out what had gone wrong this time, when I stared into a pair of brown eyes I never thought I’d see again.

“Maddie?”

“Hey, Sam.”

I looked behind her. This wasn’t right. “What are you doing here? How’d you find me? Who in the hell let you in here?”

“I’m here to see you. Pretty much everyone in San Antonio knows this is your building, and I walked in with a really lovely older couple and told them I was your girlfriend.”

I was ready to slam the door in her face. “There is no reason for you to be here.”

“I told you on the phone Todd and I broke up.”

“So?”

“So, I thought it might mean something to you.”

She brushed past me and walked into the living room. She was wearing a short black skirt and a dark pink shirt that was tight enough I could see her nipples through the front. Damn, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

I shrugged. “Sorry you wasted a trip here. But it doesn’t. I don’t give a shit what you and Todd do.” I held the door for her. “Go talk to him about your relationship problems. I haven’t talked to that fucker in three years.”

“Come on, Sam. Isn’t there some little part of you that’s glad?”

“Not really.” Why was she sitting on my couch?

She tucked her hair behind her ears. I remembered how she used to do that in college when we were studying for a test or she was nervous about something.

“What’s going on, Maddie?” I closed the door. She obviously wasn’t going to leave until she got what she came for. “I already told you I’m not giving you any money. Todd can fund your shopping habit. I’ve been out for a long time.”

“I’m not here for money. I heard what you said on the phone. I’m embarrassed I even asked. I called you because I was desperate and scared. I shouldn’t have done that. It was a weak moment. I’m sorry.”

I scratched the back of my head. “Okay, so we’ve got that figured out. Why are you here?”

She wrung her manicured hands together. “I think I made a mistake.”

“Other than a drunken phone call?”

“Stop being such a dick, Sam. Yes, I made a mistake about us.”

“Now you think you made a mistake?” I couldn’t fucking believe this.

She nodded. “Will you listen? Just listen to me. Please.”