Off Chance (Off 5)

My phone buzzes in my pocket, startling me from my thoughts. I pull it out and my heart leaps a bit when I see it's from Rowan.

Met Food called. I didn't get job. Back to the drawing board.

My heart now hurts for Rowan. She was so excited yesterday about having an interview at a grocery store just a few blocks from my apartment. She had texted me right after, telling me that she thought it went well and was hoping she got it.

This girl is amazing. Yeah, it's a simple job as a checkout clerk, but her enthusiasm and pride over getting any job humbles me just a bit. I've never met anyone that is so intent on doing things the hard way, just to show that she can do it.

No worries. You'll get something soon. Faith in you.

And I do... have faith in her. There is no person I know in this world that wouldn't land on their feet with as much grace as I know Rowan will.

Thx. At least your apartment is sparkling. Bored so cleaning.

That's my girl. Keeping busy... earning her keep. I grin inside thinking of her bent over my bathtub, and immediately start getting a boner. I need to dial it back a bit!

I start to text her back but my phone rings. It's Buzz Matheson calling.

I connect the call. "What's up, Buzz?"

"Got some good news. I tried to call Rowan but got her voice mail."

"Yeah, she's more of a texter than a talker. Tell me you got the bastard."

Buzz chuckles. "Yeah, we got him. Picked him up this morning. He was holed up with some woman over in Long Island."

Well, it didn't take long for him to start fucking around. For the life of me, I can't figure out why he wants Rowan so bad if he can just go shack up with another woman so quickly.

"How'd you find him?"

"We got a tip from an informant who actually gave us a bit more than just his whereabouts. They pulled a body out of the Hudson yesterday... apparently, a rival drug dealer of Juice's. Rumor has it that Juice whacked him."

I'm silent for a moment, digesting that piece of news. It makes my hair stand on end, knowing that this guy is probably a murderer. "You think that was the guy that set the house on fire?"

"Who knows? Could be. Doesn't much matter to me since I have enough evidence on the kidnapping charges to hold him and he won't make bail. Hopefully, homicide can build a case for the murder, too."

"Hope so, man."

"Yeah, well, listen... tell Rowan thanks again for talking to me but prepare her... if this goes to trial... she's going to have to testify."

Yeah, good luck with that, I thought. "What do you think the chances of that are?"

"I'm hoping he'll cut a deal in exchange for giving up his supplier. It would be best for him if he did. I'll keep you posted, okay?"

"Sure. Thanks, Buzz."

After I disconnect, I dial Rowan's cell. She probably won't answer if Buzz just tried to call her but I take a chance.

She picks up on the second ring.

"Hey," she says, and just the sound of her voice washes over me like a drug.

"Buzz just called."

"Yeah, he tried to call me but I didn't answer. What did he want?"

"They got Juice in custody."

I wait for her to respond but I'm met with silence. Then I hear it... faintly. A long exhale of relief.

"You okay?" I ask gently.

Her voice warbles just a bit when she answers. "Yeah. Just happy is all."

"Me too. You're safe now."

The minute I say those words, I think to myself, She's going to leave now that Juice is off the streets.

"Don't leave," I blurt out.

"What?" Her voice is startled, which gives me a small measure of relief that she wasn't thinking the same exact thing I was at that same exact moment.

"Just because Juice is in custody... I don't want you to leave. In fact, I want to open up the position of roommate to you permanently. I was looking for one anyway before I met you. And once you get a job, you can split expenses with me fifty-fifty. So... don't leave, okay? At least not until I get home."

Man, that was a mouthful and my face heats up a bit that I just sort of bared my soul to her. She has to know I'm not asking her to stay because I want rent, right? She has to know I want her to stay because I want her to stay.

I'm met with a soft laugh of amusement. "I'll stay, Flynn. Don't worry. I'll see you day after tomorrow."

My breath rushes out in relief. "Good. I'll see you day after tomorrow."

I go to disconnect the call but I clearly hear her say, "Stay safe, Flynn."

She cares... I know she does.

The loudspeaker hisses and issues a long crackle, then I'm jumping up from my rack as the call comes in.

After we return to the Station, I take a quick shower and hang out on my bunk for a while.

"Hey, Caldwell." I look up and one of my crewmates, Gigi Scaletti, stands in the doorway. "You have a visitor out front."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah... tall, long hair... broody looking." She flashes me a grin.

"Must be my cousin, Nix."

"Is he single? Because if so, I'm willing to be all over that if you know what I mean."

Yes, I do know what she means and I just shake my head with a smirk. Gigi tries hard to be one of the guys, when she really doesn't have to. She's proven her worth as a teammate a million times over, so I let her down gently.

"Sadly, he's very taken. Engaged in fact."

"Damn," she says but she really doesn't look heartbroken in the slightest. "Guess I'll keep looking."

When I get to the front bay, sure enough, Nix is leaning up against the truck talking to Tim. As I approach, I hear Tim say, "See ya, Nix." They fist bump and Tim heads toward the kitchen.

"Hey, man. What brings you over to this corner of the world?"

He jerks his thumb over his shoulder. "I was just delivering a piece of art to an accounting firm here in Brooklyn and thought I'd stop by. See how things are going."

"You mean, see how it's going with the victim I moved into my apartment that I'm trying to fix?"

Nix at least has the grace to look slightly embarrassed. "Yeah, something like that."

Leaning back against the truck, I cross my arms over my chest and look out the bay door at the traffic driving by. I want to be mad at Nix for being judgmental with me the other day, but I can't find it within me. He's my cousin--one of my best friends in the world--and all of his words are born of love. I get it.

"All's good. In fact, it looks like Rowan's problems are over. Buzz caught her ex-boyfriend and he's in custody, so she's safe."

"So, she'll be moving on?" His eyes are so serious, and I know... again... this stems from love.

"Actually, I've gone ahead and asked her to officially be my roommate. She's trying to get a job now."

Nix looks to the concrete floor and scuffs a boot over it, presumably thinking over his next words. "Flynn, are you sure she's not trying to scam you... or abusing your hospitality?"

Chuckling, I slap Nix on the shoulder. "Man... trust me, this girl doesn't know how to take advantage of someone. If you met her, you'd know it in about five minutes. I guarantee once she finds a job, she'll probably insist on paying me back-rent with interest. That's just the way she is."

Nix looks at me and holds my gaze. I make sure mine is unwavering so he understands that I believe the truth of what I'm telling him and that I'm not romanticizing her involvement in my life.