Page 15 of Trusting You

I bring the screen closer.

One I’d sent a picture of Lily to? I don’t remember—

Can you meet me tonight? There’s a place close by.

Locke.And he’d sent himself Lily’s picture. I wasn’t sure whether to be pissed or bolstered by that. I decide on pissed. I reply.

Yes, but can you meet near my hotel instead? I’m exhausted, want to rest a little.

Locke: Sure. Where you staying?

I type Times Square,and it takes a curious amount of time for him to reply. And when he does, it’s a simple ok.

Fine. I text back, wear more than a towel this time.

I flip my phone over on the table and finish my coffee, glad I’d called Sophie, sort of glad Locke texted me so soon after I shit all over his bachelor livelihood.

When I’m outside, I call a car via my app. It arrives within minutes, a nice perk to this overcrowded city.

I open the door and get in on a sigh, beginning the long trek back to the middle of Manhattan, where the bright lights and the allure of rainbow colors are lessened by the light of day.