“You know I didn’t make a weak first impression. You know if I told you that I could fit you in my schedule that you’d be there on time … ready and willing.”
What was that? We both know we weren’t just talking about architecture. But how does one man go from not even caring if he sees me again to talking in innuendos?
I don’t understand.
And I suppose that’s part of the draw. It’s a challenge. He’s a challenge.
“I should do this, right?” Rusti asks, her voice loud and clear again.
“Do you want my honest opinion?”
“No,” she says swiftly. “I don’t because you’re going to go all logic on me and point out that he broke up with me over the phone and that I still have that purple dress in my closet for the work thing he didn’t end up taking me to. And you’ll probably toss in that you always got weird vibes off him and I get that, Dara. I do. I just don’t want to hear it right now.”
What do you say to that?
I toss a strand of hair over my shoulder and lean against my desk.
There’s no point in saying all of those things if she already knows it.
“I’m not you,” she says, her voice quieter. “I can’t just turn off my feelings because I know they’re wrong.”
My stomach knots. “I don’t turn off my feelings.”
“Yes, you do. And—”
“And you don’t need me to tell you all of the reasons you shouldn’t see Zack because you know my opinion and I don’t need you to tell me all the reasons I’m emotionally unavailable.” I suck in a breath. “Because I’m not. I have tons of emotions. Trust me.”
As if to prove my point, a rush of feelings barrel through my brain and land on my heart with a thud.
Damn.
“I know you do,” she says, a bit more carefully than before. “I actually think, if we’re being honest, that you have more emotions than I do. But once you feel burned, you disconnect. Unplug. They’re dead to you.”
I pick up my water glass and set it on my snack plate. The remaining liquid sloshes in the glass as my hand trembles a touch.
“I’m also going to have to object to that point,” I say, my tone controlled. “And I present Exhibit A in my defense—my relationship with my grandfather.”
Rusti scoffs. “Okay. You win.”
“You can’t see me now, but I’m bowing in triumph.”
She laughs. I laugh. But really—neither of us are laughing.
Curt Bowery came into my life bearing gifts of epic proportions shortly after my mother died. I was prepared, in a way, because my mother always told me that it would happen. There would come a time when he would want to meet me. “Give him a chance because you deserve that. Don’t give him a second because he doesn’t.”
I never understood what Mom meant by that. Now I never will.
Rusti sighs. “I know you think I’m dumb for wanting to see Zack, but …”
“I don’t think you’re dumb.” I frown, my heart tender from the last few minutes. “I just don’t want to see you set yourself up for another round of heartache. That’s all.”
“I know that. And I’m grateful you feel that way. But I miss him, Dara. And even if he comes over and we never see each other again, I feel like I need that closure.” Her voice drops. “I was in Philadelphia when things went south and I haven’t even seen him face-to-face since we broke up. I just … I need to see his face. I need to watch him tell me it’s over so maybe my heart can believe it.”
“Then do it. As long as you know that it might not lead to anything and you’re sure your heart can handle it, then do it.” I grin sadly because I know this won’t end well for her. “I’ll leave a key in the hole in the tree in my front yard in case you need to sleep over tonight.”
The line between us grows quiet. Finally, she sighs.
“You’re the best, you know that?” she asks.
“It’s been said. Now, you go give yourself a quick spa night before Zack gets there. Because if this is more booty, less hoodie—you need to be ready. And if it’s not, then you’ll just feel better about yourself afterward anyway because who doesn’t like smooth skin?”
She laughs. “You’re right. Thank you. I’m going to go do that and if I need to come by tonight—the tree has the key.”
“Always. I’ll talk to you later, friend.”
“Bye.”
“Good luck,” I say but she’s already disconnected the line.
I toss my phone on my desk.
The sky is dark outside the window. There are no stars in the sky. It seems fitting.
I rub the center of my chest, hoping to dull the ache that pulses just beneath the surface. It makes my whole body tighten. My heart hurts.