Page 90 of Lick
“Yes. I’ll even try to be on time more often. Night, Ruby.”
He stood on the sidewalk, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans. Seeing him felt similar to standing at a cliff’s edge. The little voice in the back of my head whispered damn the consequences, you know you can probably fly. If you can’t, imagine the thrill of the fall. Reason, on the other hand, screamed bloody murder at me.
At what point exactly could you decide you were going insane?
“Evelyn.”
Everything stopped. If he ever figured out what it did to me when he said my name like that, I was done for. God, I’d missed him. It’d been like having a piece of me missing. But now that he was back, I didn’t know how we fit together anymore. I didn’t even know if we could.
“Hi,” I said.
“You look tired,” he said, mouth turning downward. “I mean, you look good, of course. But…”
“It’s fine.” I studied the sidewalk, took a deep breath. “It was a busy day.”
“So this is where you work?”
“Yeah.”
Ruby’s café sat quiet and empty. Fairy lights twinkled in the windows alongside a host of flyers taped to the glass advertising this and that. Streetlights flickered on around us.
“Looks nice. Listen, we don’t have to talk right now,” he said. “I just wanna walk you home.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “You don’t have to do that.”
“It’s not like it’s a chore. Let me walk you home, Ev. Please.”
I nodded and after a moment started a hesitant stride down the city street. David fell into step beside me. What to talk about? Every topic seemed loaded. An open pit full of sharp stakes lay waiting around every corner. He kept shooting me wary sidelong glances. Opening his mouth and then shutting it. Apparently the situation sucked for both of us. I couldn’t bring myself to talk about LA. Last night seemed safer territory. Wait. No, it wasn’t. Bringing up alley sex was never going to pass for smart.
“How was your day?” he asked. “Apart from busy.”
Why couldn’t I have thought of something innocuous like that?
“Ah, fine. A couple of girls came in with stuff for you to sign. Some guys wanted me to give you a demo tape of their garage-reggae-blues band. One of the big-name jocks from school came in just to give me his number. He thinks we could have fun sometime,” I babbled, trying to lighten the mood.
His face became thunderous, dark brows drawn tight together. “Shit. That been happening often?”
And I was an idiot to have opened my mouth. “It’s no big deal, David. I told him I was busy and he went away.”
“So he fucking should.” He tipped his chin, giving me a long look. “You trying to make me jealous?”
“No, my mouth just ran away without my head. Sorry. Things are complicated enough.”
“I am jealous.”
I stared at him in surprise. I don’t know why. He’d made it clear last night he was here for me. But the knowledge that maybe I wasn’t alone out on the lovelorn precipice, thinking of throwing myself off… there was a lot of comfort in that.
“Come on,” he said, resuming the walking. At the corner we stopped, waiting for the traffic to clear.
“I might get Sam up here to keep an eye on you,” he said. “I don’t want people bothering you at work.”
“As much as I like Sam, he can stay where he is. Normal people don’t take bodyguards to work.”
His forehead scrunched up, but he said nothing. We crossed the road, continuing on. A streetcar rumbled past, all lit up. I preferred walking, getting in some outside time after being shut inside all day. Plus, Portland’s beautiful: cafés and breweries and a weird heart. Take that, LA.
“So what did you do today?” I asked, proving myself a total winner in the creative conversation stakes.
“Just had a look around town, checking things out. I don’t get to play the tourist too often. We’re going left here,” he said, turning me off the normal path toward home.
