Nodding, I feel more at ease.
“I’m glad we’ll be able to continue with Damon.”
“Of course.”
“Then he can keep monitoring the weaning.”
“Weaning?” This time it’s Kam whose pace is troubled.
“From the antidepressants,” I clarify.
“I didn’t know you were stopping them,” Kam states, his voice lowered and obviously bothered by the discovery.
“Damon said some people renew indefinitely as long as there are no side effects since withdrawal can create more … well, it can make things much worse.”
“How are you feeling about that?”
“Good,” I respond in the same chipper voice although he arches a brow like he doesn’t believe me.
Stopping where we are, with the city at our back and couples surrounding us without seeing us at all, I grab ahold of Kam’s hands. “It’s all going so well. Just let it happen.”
“One last thing.” Kam’s business tone makes an appearance.
“Uh-oh, my PR is mad with me?”
He huffs a laugh, slipping his hands into his black jean pockets, an attempt to appear casual I would think.
“About Zander,” he starts and my pulse drops as a chill I hadn’t felt yet creeps through my tweed jacket. I pull it tighter.
“What about him?”
“Everyone loves a love story and you two are cute together.”
His comment is unexpected and the smile it brings me is genuine.
“Is he on the same page as you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I saw Kelly and Trish’s post, Ella.” He tilts his head down, his brow raising, like a father scolding his daughter and I laugh.
“Does he know that you’re hinting you’re together? Does he want that too? This life and … the things that come with it.”
Memories are a fickle thing. They creep back to me. I remember James confiding in me one night and then I told him everything. For us, it brought us closer. But he knows how it is.
“If you want to come out at this party, you can. If you don’t,” he says then sucks in a breath and looks off into the distance to the mountains, past the shining windowpanes of boutiques and designer shops. “Just make sure, whatever you decide, that you’re on the same page.”
“What if I want him to stay a secret? Or he wants that?” My heart does a painful flip. Just the thought of having this conversation with him makes me feel sick. I don’t know what Z will say.
“That would be a first.”
“We could say he is, without it being real,” I offer, taking another peek inside the coffee shop and tilting my head toward it.
Kam nods, leading the way, although what I’ve just said seems to concern him.
“He’s not really my boyfriend. You know?”
“I know. But no one knows that other than you and Zander, plus The Firm, who are bound by a contract.Because of their … purpose.”
His purpose has passed. He stayed because he wanted to. He stayed for me. The need to defend him rises inside of me, but I don’t. Instead I swallow it down and settle on something more simple.
“It’s just … for me … it’s more.”
“And for him?” he questions.
“He’s been blunt. He’s my Dom.” I’m surprised how much it pains me to say it. At the same time, I don’t think Zander is honest with himself. I think he’s holding back. No. I know he is.
“Have you asked him about being more?” I keep my lips firmly in place as I stand at the end of a three-person line, pretending to read off the list of cappuccinos like that’s more important. The truth is, I think if I push Zander for more, I could push him away and I don’t think I’ll be okay if that happens.
Kam presses me, saying, “Maybe you should ask him. You know others will be curious, they’ll pry. It’s important you’re both on the same page.”