Come Together (The Cityscape 3)

“It’s fine.” He handed a credit card to the waiter for the wine and demanded my coat. No doubt because of David’s tone, the waiter almost ran off with the card. I stumbled to get up when David rose. I was about to offer to go with him when he cut me off. “I’ll get you a cab home.”

“I – home – should I go – back to your apartment?”

“Where else?” he asked with a funny look. He signed the receipt while striding to the exit, passed me my coat from the waiter and paused only long enough to hold the door for me. He handed the valet his ticket and moved to the curb to search for a cab.

“I can get my own cab. Alex needs you.”

“Right,” he mumbled, but he strained his neck down the street. “Hopefully I’ll get back tonight, but I might have to stay with them. We’ll finish this tomorrow.”

“I’m leaving for Dallas in the morning.”

His eyes snapped to me. “What? Without me?”

I stammered for a response. “I – I don’t know where we stand and . . . now Alex.”

His brown eyes roamed over me, lingering on my red lips until the car pulled up. “Text me when you get to the apartment.”

He left to tip the valet. Because I couldn’t help myself, I ran after him, grabbed his forearm, rose on the tips of my toes and kissed his cheek. He caught me before I pulled back and quickly pressed his lips to mine. I wiped away the red lipstick I’d left behind. “Let me know me when you find out about Alex,” I said softly.

I retreated to the curb and watched him drive away. Then, I hailed a passing cab, slid inside and with a deep breath, gave him the address to Bill’s apartment.

CHAPTER 16

THE SLIDE OF THE DEADBOLT raked across my nerves. The door opened a fraction, and Bill’s shirtless figure leaned out. In the background, sounds of a popular sitcom floated into the hallway. His eyes scanned my figure and then flicked back up to my face. “What do you want?”

“Can I come in?”

He leaned back and held the door open.

“Thanks.” I looked around, noticing how the apartment looked eerily similar to when I’d left. It was clean, except for a few empty beer bottles and the lingering scent of cigarette smoke. I noted that my scarf still hung on the coatrack as it always had. It didn’t feel the same, however. I felt out of place and back home all at once. “I’m going to my dad’s tomorrow, and I need some things,” I explained as I undid my coat and set it on a kitchen chair.

He snorted. “I bet Dad’s happy about this.” I cast him an irritated glance, but he just shrugged. “Go ahead. You remember where the bedroom is, don’t you?”

“How’s your nose?” I asked.

“Peachy.”

I made my way through the apartment and opened the hallway closet, reaching up to pull down a suitcase.

“That’s mine,” he said. I paused with my hands wrapped around the handle. “Never mind. Take it.” I struggled to pull it from the shelf and caught it just before it fell on me. I wheeled it into the bedroom and started packing for the weekend, plus some of my favorite things I’d left behind.

“Where’d you get this?”

I jumped, twisting to find Bill at my back. He ran a finger down the side of my dress. “It’s Gretchen’s,” I said, taking a step away.

“What’s wrong?” He cocked his head, seemingly amused.

“Nothing,” I said, but my heart rate escalated. I was worried that he might try to kiss me again. He was so close that I smelled the mingling of alcohol and cigarettes on his breath.

“I like it. You coming from a date, or did you dress up to see me?”

I blinked rapidly, holding my breath until he chuckled.

“Relax,” he said, withdrawing. “I’m not interested in sloppy seconds. Or would that make you sloppy thirds?”

He turned and walked away, leaving me to look after him. I glanced around the room. The bed was made, everything looked in order. Our wedding picture was facedown.

I put a few more things in the suitcase and rolled it through the living room. His eyes were on me as I crossed in front of the television and set it by the door. I walked back to sit next to him on the couch.

“What?” he asked.

“You’re smoking again,” I observed softly, gesturing to a full ashtray on the coffee table.

“It makes me feel better.” He gave me a look that resembled a small child’s, and I nodded at his honesty.

“I thought about what you said,” I told him. “A lot.”

His face turned uneasy. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. You were right about some things. David’s got a past. I’m the one giving everything up. I don’t know how things will go with him. Honestly, I’m not sure of anything anymore.”

He sat forward and rested his elbows on his knees as he rubbed his chin. “Then come back, Olivia. I know I said some things, but . . . I didn’t . . . What I said just now about sloppy thirds, I didn’t mean that. I’m just angry. We can go to counseling. We can make this work.”

I inhaled back tears and looked at my hands. I wished I wouldn’t think of David in that moment, because I wanted a clear head. I wanted to know that my decisions we

re free of the spell he held over me. “You lied to me about Dani and David.”

He nodded and looked at the floor. “I didn’t know how else to get you to see the truth about him.”

“But that’s not the truth,” I pointed out. “It was a lie.”

“It could have been the truth. Easily.”

I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. I lingered there with my lips pressed against his face, squeezing my eyes closed. A tear escaped and slid between us. “I’m sorry, Bill,” I whispered. I pulled back to look at his profile. “I love you, and I know you love me, but I shouldn’t have said yes. We’re not right for each other, and I’m not sure we ever were.”

He stared at the TV, unresponsive, so I continued.

“It’s over, Bill. I don’t know what will happen with David, but you and I are over. I’m sorry.”

“There’s adultery all over this, Liv,” he said, still looking forward. “I care about you, but I won’t let you take me for a fool.”

“That’s fine,” I said, looking at my hands. “We’ll settle it in court if it comes to that.”

“It’ll come to that. You better find a good lawyer.” He stood and looked down at me. “I think you should leave.”

~

Back at David’s, I pulled my hair down immediately and wiped off my lipstick. I texted him that I was home, hoping he’d be too preoccupied to notice how long it’d taken. I asked about Alex, but by the time I’d changed and finished my nightly routine, I still hadn’t heard back.

In his bed, alone, I played the night back in my head. I lingered over David’s detached demeanor and his short words. I knew better than anyone that they were a defense mechanism, but one word was noticeably absent the past twenty-four hours. Didn’t he love me still? Why didn’t he say it? Why didn’t I finally say it? I loved him, and I wanted to tell him, but the words wouldn’t come.

I wrapped the comforter tighter around myself and shivered. It was cold. He was cold, and I was cold. As my lids fell, I wondered what it would take to get warm again.

~

I jolted awake at the sound of the alarm and rubbed my tired eyes. It was dawn and still no David. My sleep had been restless, punctuated by bits and pieces of unsettling dreams.