Lisa looks back and forth between us. You know each other?
Rachel doesnt nod.
Neither do I.
Our disappointment melts to the floor and combines in a
puddle of premature tears at our feet.
He, um, … he …
Rachel is stuttering, so I help her finish her words. I go to
school with Rachel, I blurt out. I regret saying that, because
what I really want to say is, Rachel is the next girl Im gonna fall
in love with.
I cant say that, though, because its obvious whats bound to
happen. Rachel isnt the next girl Ill fall in love with, because
Rachel is the girl who will more than likely become my new
stepsister.
For the second time tonight, I feel sick.
Lisa smiles and clasps her hands together. Thats great, she
says. Im so relieved.
My father walks into the room. He hugs Lisa. He says hi to
Rachel and tells her its good to see her again.
My father already knows Rachel.
Rachel already knows my father.
My father is Lisas new boyfriend.
My father visits Phoenix a lot.
My father has been visiting Phoenix a lot since before my
mother died.
My father is a bastard.
Rachel and Miles already know each other, Lisa says to my
father.
He smiles, and relief floods his face. Good. Good, he says,
repeating the word twice as if it could make things better.
No.
Bad. Bad.
Thatll make tonight a lot less awkward, he says with a laugh.
I look back at Rachel.
Rachel looks at me.
I cant fall in love with you, Rachel.
Her eyes are sad.
My thoughts are sadder.
And you cant fall in love with me.
She slowly walks inside, avoiding my gaze as she watches her
feet with each step. Theyre the saddest steps Ive ever seen
taken.
I close the door.
Its the saddest door Ive ever had to close.
Chapter five
TATE
Are you off for Thanksgiving? my mother asks.
I switch my cell to my other ear and pull the apartment key out of my purse. Yeah, but not Christmas. I only work weekends for now.
Good. Tell Corbin were not dead yet if he ever gets the urge to call us.
I laugh. Ill tell him. Love you.
I hang up and put my cell phone into the pocket of my scrub top. Its only a part-time job, but it gets my foot in the door. Tonight was my last night of training before I start weekend rotations tomorrow night.
I like the job so far, and I was honestly shocked to land it after my first interview. It works out with my school schedule, too. Im in school every weekday, doing either clinical or classroom hours, then I work second shift on the weekends over at the hospital. Its been a seamless transition up to this point.
I also like San Francisco. I know its only been two weeks, but I could see myself staying here after graduation next spring rather than going back to San Diego.
Corbin and I have even been getting along, although hes gone more than hes home, so Im sure that has everything to do with it.
I smile, finally feeling like Ive found my place, and I open the door to the apartment. My smile fades as soon as it meets the eyes of three other guysonly two of whom I recognize. Miles is standing in the kitchen, and the married ass**le from the elevator is sitting on the couch.
Why the hell is Miles here?
Why the hell are anyof them here?
I glare at Miles as I kick off my shoes and drop my purse on the counter. Corbin isnt due back for two more days, and I was looking forward to the peace and quiet tonight so I could get some studying done.
Its Thursday, Miles says when he sees the scowl on my face, like the day of the week is supposed to be some sort of explanation. Hes watching me from his position in the kitchen. He can see Im not happy.
So it is, I reply. And tomorrow is Friday. I turn to the other two guys sitting on Corbins couch. Why are you all in my apartment?
The blond, lanky guy immediately stands up and walks over to me. He extends his hand. Tate? he asks. Im Ian. I grew up with Miles. Im a friend of your brothers. He points to the elevator guy, who is still seated on the couch. This is Dillon.
Dillon gives me a nod but doesnt bother speaking. He doesnt have to. His shit-eating grin says enough about what hes thinking right now.
Miles walks back into the living room and points to the television. This is kind of a thing we do some Thursdays if either of us is home. Game night.
I dont care if its their thing. I have homework.
Corbin isnt even home tonight. Cant you do this at your apartment? I need to study.
Miles hands Dillon a beer and then looks back at me. I dont have cable. Of course you dont.And Dillons wife doesnt let us use his place. Of course she doesnt.
I roll my eyes and walk to my bedroom, slamming the door unintentionally.
I change out of my scrubs and pull on a pair of jeans. I grab the shirt I slept in last night and just get it over my head when someone knocks on the door. I swing it open almost as dramatically as I slammed it earlier.
Hes so tall.
I didnt realize how tall he was, but now that hes standing in my doorwayfilling ithe seems really tall. If he were to wrap his arms around me right now, my ear would press against his heart. Then his cheek would rest comfortably on top of my head.
If he were to kiss me, Id have to tilt my face up to meet his, but it would be nice, because he would probably wrap his arms around my lower back and pull me to him so that our mouths would come together like two pieces of a puzzle. Only they wouldnt fit very well, because they are most definitely not two pieces from the samepuzzle.