Only One Touch (Only One 4)

I look at the screen, hoping the three dots come up, but they don’t. Nothing happens. One hour later, I’m sitting in the security guy’s car as I drive away from my house. I watch to make sure no one follows me.

I pull up to her building, and my heart hammers in my chest harder than it has ever done before. I take off the baseball hat that I’ve been wearing and walk into her building. The security man stands. “Hello,” I say to him. It’s always the same four who man the desk.

“Good evening,” he says to me, “who are you visiting?”

“Becca.” I smile. “I’ve been here before.”

He grabs the pad that is on the desk. “Can I have a name please?”

“Nico Harrison,” I say my name, looking around to make sure no one is watching me from a fucking bush.

“I’m sorry, sir,” he says once he looks up. “But you aren’t authorized to go up.”

“I was here four days ago,” I say, and he looks at me.

“If you aren’t on the list, I can not let you up,” he says, and I just eye him.

“How about you call Becca and see if she will make an exception?” I say, and he nods his head, picking up his phone. He dials her number, my hands in my pockets as I wait for her to answer.

“I’m sorry, there is no answer,” he says, putting the phone down. “If you can maybe get her on the phone and have her come down and get you.” I nod at him and walk out of her building, knowing she won’t answer my calls.

Getting back into the car, I want to punch the steering wheel. I drive back to the house, and Lizzie comes out of the kitchen, her smile disappearing when she sees the look on my face. “I take it that it didn’t go well.”

“I didn’t see her,” I say. “She can refuse to see me all she wants. Tomorrow, I’m going to her office.”

“Nico.” She says my name, and it’s more of a warning. “You really want to bring this to her job?”

“She gave me no fucking choice. I have to see her.” I turn back and run back to my room, where I can feel her. The whole night, I look up at the ceiling, hugging her pillow in my arms.

I’m up before the alarm, and I’m just shrugging on my gray suit jacket when my phone rings, and I jump at it. I see that it’s Miller, and I answer right away.

“Hey,” I say, grabbing my keys and walking downstairs. “What’s up?”

“Not much. Just getting in the car to head the practice,” he says. “You okay?”

“Um,” I say, getting in my car and seeing that there are two news vans today waiting for me. “I’m on my way to see Becca.”

“Shit,” he says. “I’ve tried to call her, but she just texted me.”

“Well, at least she answered you,” I say sarcastically. “I’ll let you know after I get out of there,” I say, disconnecting. I’m so nervous I’m ready to crawl out of my skin.

I drive toward her office and park my car. If anyone is following me, it isn’t out of the normal. When I step into the elevator, my palms get sweaty, and if I had eaten anything this morning, I am pretty sure I would have vomited right before I stepped in the elevator. I watch the numbers go from one floor to the next. I bounce on my feet as the elevator doors open, and I walk out. The receptionist smiles at me, and I think this might be a good sign. “Morning,” I say. “I’m here to see Becca.”

“She isn’t here,” she says to me. “She’s out of town.” My heart fucking sinks to the bottom of the same feet that rushed out of the elevator to see her. “From what I know, I think she is going to be back—”

“Never.” I hear from behind me and turn around to see Trevor standing there with Francis beside him.

“You have some fucking brass balls,” Francis says, almost hissing at me, and he sees the receptionist just watching as her mouth hangs open.

“We are not doing this here.” Trevor is the one who talks. “Follow me,” he says, and I wait for them to walk before I follow him to his office. I look at Becca’s office that is a bit dark since the lights aren’t on. Her assistant's desk is also empty. “Close the door,” Trevor says, and I close it, turning to look at them.

“Where is your wife?” Francis hisses at me.

“I’m not doing this with you,” I say. “This is between Becca and me.”

“There is no you and Becca,” Trevor says, and it stings. It fucking hurts.

“The end of you and Becca was the minute you slipped a ring on another woman’s finger.” I don’t tell him that I never slipped anything on anyone. I don’t tell them anything because the only person who is going to get my truth is Becca.