Adam failed to look intimidated by the show. He moved up to Jon and got in his face. “She likes men just fine. Maybe she doesn’t like you because you’re an asshole. ”
Jon took a swing at Adam. But Adam shoved him away before his fist could connect. And that idiot landed on his back, staring up at Adam with open-mouthed shock.
Adam took a step forward. “And a bully. And I really hate bullies,” he said, his eyes glittering dangerously.
I pushed to my feet, managing to grab his arm. “Adam, please let’s go. ”
He didn’t respond, his arm stiff with rage. He pulled me forward with him. “Adam,” I said, moving in front of him. The look on his face—that chill glint in his eyes actually made me go cold inside, made me wonder what he could be capable of. I pushed against his chest. “Please, it’s over. ”
But he surged forward again and as I stepped backward, I stumbled. He caught me, wrapping his arms around me. Jon scurried up from the ground, taking advantage of Adam’s distraction to hightail it to his door, slamming it shut and latching it loudly.
Adam stared at the door as if deciding what to do. “Adam, please. It’s over. Thank you for helping me. ” I went up on my tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek—after bracing my hands to balance on his strong shoulders.
His arms relaxed and he finally looked down at me, troubled. “He hurt you,” he said.
“Not much. It’s fine. ”
He shook his head. “It’s not fine. ”
“Well, you scared him so badly I’m sure he’ll shit his pants the next time he sees me. ”
“He won’t be seeing you again because you won’t be going anywhere near him,” he said through clenched teeth.
I took a step backward deciding not to mention the regular study group. It was true, I’d never be coming over to Jon’s again. I resolved to talk the others in the study group into finding another location for our sessions.
Adam cursed when I trembled in his arms. “You’re not okay, Emilia. ” He guided me toward his car. I could tell by the way he held me that he was tense, a fist still clenched tightly at his side.
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“I’m sorry you had to come all the way up here from Newport,” I said as a means to change the subject, lest he get an idea in his head to pound down Jon’s door and finish the job.
“I was just in Irvine. ”
“It’s after nine. Why am I not surprised that you were still at work?”
He helped me to the car. “You okay? You feel sick?”
“No. I think I’ll be okay. ”
“Because if you puke on my interior, I’m gonna make you clean it with a Q-tip. ”
I snorted.
“You need me to grab anything out of your car?”
“Yes. My backpack and my books, please? I’m so behind on my studying. ” I handed him my keys so he could lock up my car.
Inside his car, I fell back against the headrest, grateful that the top was down and I could swallow gulps of fresh night air. It helped stave off the nausea.
“You haven’t retaken this test yet?” he muttered when he set the books on the floor beside my feet. “If you keep putting it off you’ll never get it done. ” I shot him a sharp glance, wondering how he knew that the MCAT was a retake for me. No one knew that besides my inner circle—not even my mom! Had Heath let it slip? I let my head loll back against the headrest, my thoughts swimming. I vowed to rip Heath a new one for that slip the next time I saw him.
Adam was quiet the entire way home. We listened to Alison Moyet of Yaz begging her lover not to walk away from love. I suddenly felt a wave of melancholy wash over me as the golden lights of Orange’s antique streetlamps passed us by. I didn’t like to be saved. I usually saved myself, but here I was, letting Adam swoop in and take care of things. And the worst part? I found myself enjoying it.
When he parked, the thunderous booms of the nightly Disneyland fireworks sounded in the distance, heralding the time as shortly after nine-thirty. Adam helped me out of the car, taking my bag and things in his other hand. “I can walk by myself just fine. ”
He guided me up the steps nevertheless and when we got into the apartment, the first thing I saw was the clock—almost ten, and I had to be at work at midnight.
I sighed and sat down, putting my head in my hands. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I have work in two hours. ”
“You can’t go. ”
“I’ll make some coffee. I’ll be fine. ”
“You’re not going. Call in sick. ”
I shook my head. “I can’t blow off a shift—I need the money. ”
He walked over to my phone and picked it up, flipping through my list of important numbers. It wasn’t hard to find—it was labeled “work,” after all. He dialed the number without another word. “Yes, hello, this is Adam Drake, a friend of Mia’s. I wanted to let you know that she isn’t feeling well this evening and can’t make her shift. Yes. Yes I will. Thank you. ”
He hung up and turned to me. “See? Simple. ”
“I’m sure you call in sick to your work without going into withdrawal convulsions. ”
He shrugged. “That’s a little different. ”
I rubbed my temples. My head was really starting to throb. “Yeah, easy for you to say with your fat bank account. ”
“If everything went through like it should have, your bank account is quite a bit weightier, too. ”
I looked up at him though it hurt my eyeballs to do it. “You sent me money?”
“I told you I would. ”
I frowned. “But I haven’t even—we haven’t even. ”
“I said I never go back on my agreements. Now—where’s your coffee?”
I thought for a moment. “Oh, crap, I used the last of it on Friday and never bought any more. ”
“Water, then? And aspirin? Or you’re going to feel like shit. ”
“When did you become the expert on hangovers? I thought you didn’t drink. ”
“I’ve had a hangover or two in my life. Not fun. ”
I put my hands to my eyes, my mind jumping to the subject it had been stuck on since my argument with Heath the day before. “Adam, are you using me?”
He had my cupboard doors open, peering in with narrowed eyes, clearly disapproving of what he saw—which was probably old packets of rice mix and a herd of dust bunnies, if memory served me correctly. And with this much wine addling my brain, I doubted that it would serve me correctly.
“Using you? What do you mean?”
“Heath said you are manipulating me. He thinks you’re putting this whole thing off on purpose. ”
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Adam froze—just for a split instant, but even in my hazy state, I noticed it.
“Are you?” I repeated.
“Here’s a bottle of water—and your aspirin’s in the bathroom?”
I glowered at his back as he disappeared into the bathroom. I took my aspirin and drank the water. Then I stood and walked toward him. “We can always take care of this whole thing now. ”
He pressed his lips together. “You’re drunk, Emilia. ”
“So… that was the original plan, anyway. Drink a lot of wine and then lie back and think of medical school. ” I snorted, though at the back of my mind I was vaguely aware that I shouldn’t have said that. I probably shouldn’t have snorted, either.
His dark eyes glinted in the low light. “Do what, now? Lie back and think of medical school? Was that your idea of how this would go down?”
I shrugged and took another step forward, until we were touching, chest to chest. “Maybe. You plan on showing me it could be different?”
He didn’t move, just stared at me. “When the time comes, you’ll see it’s very different. ”
I tilted my head up toward him flirtatiously. “Show me. ” And I pressed my lips to his in an open-mouthed kiss. He returned the kiss, sliding
his tongue into my mouth before pulling back.
“I will show you—just not when you are smelling like Ernest and Julio Gallo’s wine cellar. ”
I threw my arms around his neck with wild abandon. “Come on. My bed is right over there. ”
“You’re right. Let’s go then. ” He bent and scooped me up and I let out a little squeal of surprise. He carried me over to my little twin-sized bed and laid me down on it.
“Time for sleep, Emilia. ”
I lay there, squinting in the light. “Why are you putting this off?” I asked quietly.
He smoothed my hair back from my face, sitting beside me on the edge of the bed and didn’t speak for a long time.
“Let’s talk about it when you are feeling better. ”
My eyes fluttered closed. I had to admit that my head was throbbing and all I could think about was how tired I was. “I’m sorry,” I finally whispered.
“For what?”
Sleep was reaching up to take me. “For saying you were empty. ”
And I don’t remember much after that—except for the vague impression, minutes later, of him leaning down to kiss my cheek and murmuring against my skin. “You were right. ”
Chapter Ten
I woke up fairly early—around seven—and it took me a few minutes to clear the cobwebs out of my mind, but thankfully I had no headache. I remembered everything that had happened the night before with a sudden rush. Cursing my own stupidity for having drunk so much wine at a study date, I crawled out of bed, working the kinks from my neck and back, and took care of my brief morning routine. Shower, dressing, breakfast.
I opened up the computer and went to the webpage for my Cayman bank account to check the balance. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him, but I was curious. And it was just as he’d said. Transferred from his account into mine, dated the day before. First thing Monday morning. I shook my head, trying to figure out what the hell was going on and strangely feeling like I was digging myself deeper and deeper into a hole that I had no idea whether I liked or not.
I had half the money. Shouldn’t I be happy? But for some unsettling reason, I wasn’t. This payoff represented a barrier between us—like a wall, half-built. The balance of our transaction would only complete that barricade, blocking us from each other forever. After his kindness the night before, I had to admit to the regret—even if I just allowed myself to wallow in it for a few moments before solidifying my resolve that things had to be this way. That it was for his protection as well as mine. We had the power to hurt each other. With this safeguard in place, it could never happen. We both knew it would end and exactly when it would end. Or so I hoped. There was still that niggling matter of why he kept putting this off.
I bent my head, resting my forehead in my palm for a long moment, and when I opened my eyes, I saw the key sitting on the table next to the computer. It wasn’t mine. There was a sticky note attached to it with neat, even printing that I did not recognize. It was an address—somewhere very close, near the Old Towne area at the center of the city of Orange. I stared at it, puzzled, starting to understand Heath’s description of where we were: Bizarro world with a sharp left turn into fucked-up land. When I inhaled, my chest felt tight, my heartbeat thumping. Was this a key to his house? Why the Orange address?
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Just then the phone rang. I checked caller ID, blew out a breath and picked up the phone. “Hi, Mom!”
“Mia, where have you been all weekend? I was worried sick. ”
I paused, clearing my throat. “I’m sorry. I got super busy. Extra shifts. ”
“I called your work,” her voice trembled when she said it.
Fuck. Silence. Caught lying to her. I never lied to her. I squeezed my eyes shut, shaking. “I’m sorry. ”
“What’s going on? Why are you lying to me?”
I gulped. “I—I’m fine. Okay? You don’t need to worry—”
“I’m a mother. I worry. If I can’t get hold of you, then I try to find out what the hell is going on. Heath—”
“Mom, please don’t call Heath anymore. We are kind of not on the greatest terms right now. ”
“Okay, now I’m really worried. Can I come down there?”
I took a shaky breath. “I’m sorry, Mom. I just. I’m not ready to talk about it. ”
“Are you—are you seeing someone? Is that it?”
I bit my lip. “Um. ”
“Mia, do you have a boyfriend?”
“No. ”
“Then what?”
“There’s someone. But I’m not ready to talk about it, okay?” And by the time I was ready to talk about it, he’d be long gone out of my life, so it didn’t matter anyway.
A long pause. “Is it serious?”
I cleared my throat. “No. Not even serious enough to mention, which is why I haven’t. I’m sorry I lied to you. ”
“Mia, this is a good thing. I’m glad you’re dating. ”
Dating. A ball of sickness bunched in my stomach, but whether it was because of the thought of actually dating or of lying to my mom about dating, I couldn’t tell.
“Mom, I promise that if there is anything to talk about, I will. Just…just you’ve got to let me go about this my own way, okay? Please?”
“Only on one condition. That you let me know where you are. ”
“Of course. I have a new phone. I’ll text you the number, okay?”
We said good-bye soon after. She still had that distant, hurt tone to her voice and I felt like the biggest jerk for causing it. But the news that I was “dating” was probably a big enough shock in and of itself. She’d been bugging me for years, even though she never seemed to follow her own advice.
After dressing, I set aside the key and went back to the computer. With this unexpected free time—normally I’d just be returning from my shift about now and collapsing into bed, exhausted—I decided to while away a few hours in the game.
Katya, our fourth group member who was our regular healer, sent me an in-game message.
*Persephone tells you, “Hey Mia. ”
*You tell Persephone, “Kat! Let’s go kill stuff. ”
*Persephone tells you, “Can’t. I’m just logging off. Had to babysit my mainframes on the graveyard shift. ”
*You tell Persephone, “Where have you been? I was getting worried that you’d vanished like FallenOne. ”
*Persephone tells you, “What’s up with Fallen, anyway? Haven’t you chatted with him lately?”
*You tell Persephone, “No. He’s gone kinda weird. I think it had to do with my auction. ”
*Persephone tells you, “Well, yeah…duh. He’s probably jealous as hell. ”
*You tell Persephone, “Really?”
*Persephone tells you, “Duh, Mia. He totally likes you. He’s always giving you equipment and magic items. You guys chat and have in-jokes that I just don’t even get. Since you’re so hell-bent on punching your v-card, he’s probably crushed that you didn’t invite him to fly out and get the job done. ”
I sat back with a sigh, a heavy weight collecting in my chest. I liked Fallen. A lot. And yeah, once in a while, I’d felt a twinge of a crush on him but there was no possible future with him. He was just a friend. And really, I knew so little about him. He could be fifty years old, married, a grandfather, for all I could tell. I realized that I liked the idea of what Fallen could be to me rather than the actual person, since I knew so little about him.
Men as friends were much safer. A force of nature in the guise of a man who threatened to tear my ideologies apart by the foundations, was not an option. I shoved that thought of Adam aside and replied to Katya.
*You tell Persephone, “Did he tell you that?”
*Persephone tells you, “He refuses to talk about the auction whenever I bring it up. Which, for the record, is not often. But you go, girl. More power to you. I hope you get lots of $$$. ”
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*You tell Persephone, “Hey, on another topic, you know how I asked you to guest post on my blog about Dragon Epoch? I’m going to need that first column by Friday. Can you do that?”
*Persephone tells you, “Yeah. Sure thing. Hey, I’m going to send you my quest notes on stuff I got done this morning. I think I might be close to finding another clue about the Golden Mountains quest chain. ”
I snorted, suppressing a laugh, speaking aloud instead of typing, so she couldn’t see my snarky response. “Yeah, good luck with that one, Kat. ” According to Adam, the task was nearly impossible.
After she logged off, I played, but I couldn’t concentrate and my character kept getting killed. I logged off and checked my blog, responding to comments. There were complaints about the fact that I hadn’t done my weekly DE update for two weeks now.
A little while later, my phone chimed with a new text message. It was Adam.
Good morning. How are you feeling?
Not bad. You?
Did you find the key and address?
I keyed back, Yes. What is it for?
Meet me at that address at noon? We can grab a quick lunch afterward.
I still have to go get my car.
Look out your window.
So I did. And there, parked at the curb in its usual spot was my little beat-up 1993 light green Honda Civic. He’d walked back to Jon’s house the night before and driven my car back here?
OMG, I can’t believe you did that.
Would rather you didn’t have to deal with that d-bag again.
Thank you.
Meet me at noon, k?
Ok.
The address, when I checked it out, was actually within walking distance of my little studio—and right smack dab in the middle of the historic Old Towne district, which served as an attraction for just about the entire county. Movies had been filmed there and the entire place was like a time capsule—a glimpse into the early twentieth century, complete with Watson’s, a 1950s-style drugstore and café, which hadn’t changed in over sixty years.
The town centered around the Plaza, one of the last traffic circles in California, with a circular park at the center replete with fountains and centuries-old trees.
Above all the curio shops and trendy eateries, the old red brick buildings housed vintage apartments. And I was standing in a narrow alley at the base of the stairs that would lead me up to one of them.
I was confused. Obviously the key was to the apartment, but what on earth did he mean by giving it to me and telling me to meet him there? Maybe it was his other residence? But I could hardly imagine him having another one, especially one only twelve miles from his home in Newport, where he hardly spent any time.