Dear God, she kind of did.
But he would have told me, wouldn’t he? Wouldn’t he?
“Are you hungry, Griff?” said Beth. Her kitchen was small, but there was just enough room around the round table where Griffin sat that she could open the refrigerator.
Griff, huh? He had a nickname. But that didn’t mean that he and Beth had... what? Been in a relationship? Had a baby together? I couldn’t... He would have told me, wouldn’t he?
I was hungry, but I didn’t dare say anything.
“Don’t go to any trouble, doll,” said Griffin, making silly faces at the baby.
“No trouble,” she said. “I’ve got leftover mac and cheese.” She laughed a little. “Sorry. That’s about as gourmet as I get these days. Little Dixie runs me ragged.”
Ugh. She’d named her baby Dixie? What kind of name was Dixie?
“She sure is beautiful,” said Griffin. “You’re doing an amazing job.” He touched Dixie’s nose. “You’re getting huge, aren’t you? I keep missing everything. I’m very, very bad, yes I am.”
He was talking in that tiny little voice people use to talk to babies. He was... I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream.
No. I wanted to kill him.
I needed to talk to him. Maybe I was jumping to conclusions. Maybe I wasn’t in an apartment with Griffin’s ex and their child. Maybe there was an explanation.
But why did he say he was bad?
“Well,” said Beth, “we’re glad you’re here now. We would love to see more of you.”
Was she even his ex? She wanted to see more of him? What the hell was going on?
He sighed, standing up and shifting the baby. “I really am sorry. But Frank—”
“It’s always Frank,” she said. She laughed a little, like it was a joke, but I could tell she was annoyed.
I would be too. Who did he think he was? How dare he leave this woman here with this baby? How dare he share my bed for the past week? How dare he make me think that he—
I was going to cry. I sucked in my breath and forced myself to stop thinking about it. He’d explain everything. I had to give him a chance.
Beth got a casserole dish out of the refrigerator. “I’ll heat up some macaroni for you.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I insist.” She opened a cabinet and took out a bowl.
“Uh, maybe Leigh wants some too.”
Griffin and Beth both turned to look at me.
I opened my mouth to speak, but I knew suddenly, that if I did, I would lose it. I nodded.
“Sure,” said Beth briskly. She got out another bowl.
Griffin beckoned to me. “Why don’t you come sit down at the table, doll?”
Beth stiffened.
Oh. She wouldn’t have reacted that way if there wasn’t something between them. It was true. It had to be true. I swallowed. I walked across the room and sat down. It was easier than trying to say something.
“You okay?” he asked me.
“Fine,” I managed. My voice was a croak.
Beth popped the bowls into the microwave. She turned to me. “So, um, what are your plans?”
“My plans?” I said, still sounding like a frog.
“Yeah,” she said. “I mean, you can’t expect Griffin to watch out for you forever.”
“No. I guess I can’t.” I couldn’t look at him.
Griffin raised his eyebrows at Beth. “Why can’t she?”
Beth pressed her lips together in a firm line. “Well, it’s not a life, is it? Eventually, you’ve got to stop running. You’ve got to... settle down.”
“Maybe eventually,” said Griffin.
Beth put the casserole dish back in the refrigerator, banging it. She slammed the fridge door.
He went to her and put a hand on her shoulder. “Hey. I know it’s tough for you. I know that having Dixie means you can’t run all the time.”
She gazed up into his eyes.
“But you’re alive,” he said. “You’re alive, and that’s what’s important.”
“Is it?” she said. She sounded bitter. She reached for the baby, and Dixie practically crawled out of Griffin’s arms into Beth’s.
He looked out of sorts suddenly, as if he didn’t know what to do with himself now that his arms were empty.
The microwave beeped.
He looked at Beth, her arms full, and then he opened the cabinet and took out two bowls. He set them on the table, one in front of me, the other on the opposite side of the table. “Where are the forks?”
She pointed at a drawer.
He opened it. He handed me one. He faced her. “Look, if you don’t want us here, we’ll go somewhere else.”
“I didn’t say that,” she said. “Of course you’re welcome to stay. You’re always welcome here.” She touched his cheek. “You’re the reason I got free from that place.” She rounded on me. “Did he tell you that? Did he tell you that I was the reason he left Op Wraith?”
I shook my head slowly. “He really didn’t mention you.”
Her features hardened. She sat down next to me at the table. “When Op Wraith found out I was pregnant, they told me I had to terminate the pregnancy. I didn’t want to. So, I refused. They decided I wasn’t much use to them, and they ordered Griffin to kill me.”
I recoiled. “That’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard.”
“I wouldn’t do it,” said Griffin, sitting down. He took a bite of his mac and cheese. “I helped her get out. I got out too.” He turned to her. “And we never would have made it without Frank.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Thanks for this.” He gestured with his fork. “It’s really good.”
“No problem,” she said.
I took a bite myself. He was right. It was good. I’d almost wanted her to be a terrible cook or something.
No. That was awful. I didn’t wish her pain. Obviously, she had enough of that. But I was devastated, and it was hard not to want to blame her instead of Griffin.
When he was clearly the bastard here. How could he have abandoned her like this? No wonder she was so angry.
It was quiet except for the sound of Griffin’s and my chewing. I ate the macaroni greedily. It was delicious, and I was hungry.
Was there any other way to see this? Griffin and Beth had history. There was no denying that. She hated me. That was obvious. The baby looked like Griffin. But...
Would he really have kept that from me? There had to be something I wasn’t seeing here.
Dixie started to wail in her mother’s arms.
Beth stood up. “She probably needs changed.”
Griffin stood up. “You know what? Let me do it. It’s the least I could do after everything.”
After everything? He was admitting it, wasn’t he? He was admitting that he had abandoned his own child.
Beth surrendered the baby to him, and he left the kitchen.
I watched him leave the kitchen, my heart breaking. I fought tears.
Beth sat down next to me. “What is going on between you and him?”
Oh God. I sat back in my chair. “I’m so sorry. I swear I didn’t know.”
She put a hand over her mouth. “There is something. I knew it. There was something about the way he looked at you.”
“I’m sorry,” I said again. “If he would have told me about you, about everything, I swear that nothing would have happened between us.”
“What did happen?” she said. “Did he kiss you?”
I stood up. “Maybe you should talk to Griffin about this.”
“He did, didn’t he?” She shook her head as if she couldn’t believe it. “What did you do to him? How did you make him do that?”
I felt like my head was going to explode. “Obviously, it’s a really bad idea for me to be here. I don’t know why he brought me here.” I couldn’t bear to look at her. I felt guilty, even though it wasn’t my fault. And my heart was shattering into a million pieces. Griffin had betrayed
me. He’d betrayed both of us.
I ran out of the apartment, down the stairs as quickly as I could. I ran and ran. I had to get away from him.
CHAPTER TWELVE
It had been a while since I’d been in Boston, but I found that I still knew my way around. I thought about hitting up some of the bars I used to frequent, but I realized I’d run off with no money at all. Griffin had all the cash. It wasn’t particularly intelligent, was it?
Well, it was hard to make intelligent decisions when the guy I’d been falling for turned out to be a first-rate bastard.
I didn’t know what to do.
I rode the T. (Thankfully, Griffin and I had bought passes earlier, and I had mine on me.) I thought it was random, that I was just riding anyplace.
But I ended up in a familiar neighborhood.
I rode the elevator to an apartment I knew.
He probably wasn’t even there anymore. He’d probably moved.
He answered the door. “Leigh?”
I smiled ruefully. “Hi, Axel.” Axel was an old friend. He was one of those trust-fund babies who was flunking out of the Ivy League but seemed to always land of his feet because his dad had enough money to make it go away.
He and I had sort of had similar approaches to life back when we were close. I partied with him a lot, and we were even kind of fuck buddies before I met Eric. But it was never really romantic or anything. Just convenient.
If I’d had a best friend besides Stacey, maybe Axel counted.
Sure, he was snobby, self-absorbed, and a train wreck, but we had history. I could count on him.
“Come in here,” he said, opening the door wide. “Where the fuck have you been?”
I groaned. “You don’t want to know.”
He laughed. “Okay. Well, I guess all that matters is that you’re back.”
I smiled. “Yeah. I guess so.” I rubbed my face. “I could really use a drink.”
“You okay?” he said, ushering me inside his apartment. “You look a little lost.”
“Not okay,” I said.
“Some guy do you wrong?”
“How’d you guess?”
He slung an arm around me. “I know you so well, Leigh. I can’t count the times you’ve shown up at my door post break-up.”
I guessed it was kind of a habit.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head. Axel’s got just the thing for that broken heart of yours.”
*
Axel was wearing plaid pants, a white dress shirt, and a sweater vest. Somehow, he made this look like the cutting edge of fashion. He was a very good-looking guy. He had inherited his mother’s cheek bones and features. His mother was a model from Sweden or something. She was like forty years younger than his dad.
Axel lounged on the plush couch in his enormous den, a martini glass in one hand. He was shaking his head. “I don’t believe it. A secret kid and a baby-mama? How utterly trailer trash.”
“Tell me about it,” I said.
“And you’re saying she thought they were still together?”
“Yeah, she did,” I said. “The worst thing is that he took me to her house like it was no big deal. Like it didn’t even matter.”
Axel arched one eyebrow. “I really thought you usually went for men with more intelligence, Leigh.”
I threw my hands in the air. “So did I.”
He sipped his drink. “Because he really is absolutely idiotic, isn’t it?”
“He is,” I said. “Did he think I’d be okay with it or something? Did he think I’d still want to be with him after I knew what a jackass he was?”
“He probably thought you wouldn’t notice.”
I laughed.
Axel tittered as well. “I’m serious, Leigh. He’s obviously that dim-witted.”
“Obviously,” I said.
“You know what you need?” he said.
I leaned forward. “What?”
He opened up a wooden container on an end table. It was filled with white powder. A tiny, jeweled coke spoon sat on top of the mounds of the drug. “A little bump.”
I raised my hands. “Oh, no. I kind of quit, actually.”
“So what?” he said. “This is a time of crisis.” He heaped up the spoon. “Just a tiny bit is all you need. To make you feel better.”
“I do feel like crap.”
“This will help.”
“I don’t know.” I really was proud of my sobriety. Hadn’t I realized that cocaine had done nothing but ruin my life? But I did feel awful. Everything in my life had completely disintegrated in a matter of days. I could hardly believe I was functioning at all. If I slipped up a little, who could blame me, right? “Just a little bump.”
“Right,” said Axel. “Tiny.” He put the spoon under my nostril. “Breathe deep, babe.”
I blocked the other nostril and snorted. The drug stung the back of my nose, painful and comforting all at the same time. I closed my eyes, allowing it to do its work. Energy surged through me. Oh. I had forgotten how fucking exquisite that was. Damn, that felt good. I opened my eyes.
“Better?” said Axel.
“Much,” I said.
He gave me a lopsided grin. “You know, Leigh, I remember what we used to do for each other after bad breakups.”
Oh. I did too. I shook my head. “That’s cool, Axel. I think it’s too soon.” I was feeling bubbly, alive, ready to take on the world. But there was an edge to it, I was noticing. I was falling over that edge, and the feeling was fading quickly.
His hand shot out, caressing my jaw. “You’re really gorgeous.”
I grinned, brushing him off. “Thank you.” I sat up straight. “You think I could have another bump?” As usual, the minute I had some blow in my system, I wanted more. I needed more. I wanted that feeling back. Now.
“How about you give me a kiss, and then I give you another bump?”
I sighed. “All right, fine.” I leaned forward and pecked him on the cheek. “There.”
Axel grabbed me by the chin, twisted my face, and pressed his lips on mine.
I pushed him. “Axel, I said not to do that.”
“What’s the big deal, Leigh? It’s not like we haven’t done way more than kiss before.” He leaned against the couch lazily. “Tell you what, babe. I’ll give you one line of blow for every article of clothing you’re wearing.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “What do you think?”
I actually considered it for a half a second. That was a lot of lines.
Then I got up off the couch, disgusted with myself. Disgusted with him. No. I didn’t want to be dependent on a stupid drug like that. I wanted to be free of it. I didn’t care how good it felt, it wasn’t worth losing my common sense over another few lines. Lines that wouldn’t even satisfy me anyway. Not for long. “Fuck you.”
“What?” He looked wounded. “We’re only playing around here.”
“I need a friend right now, not someone trying to get in my pants.”
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be stupid, Leigh. The whole reason we were friends was to get in each other’s pants.”
I grimaced. “That wasn’t why I was your friend.” I headed for the door.
“Where you going?”
“Goodbye, Axel.” I strode through his apartment.
“Don’t go,” he called after me. “I was only trying to have fun. Geez, Leigh, when did you become so tight-assed?”
I let myself out.
And then I was alone again. I didn’t know what to do. I walked the streets, but it was dark now. And cold. So cold. I didn’t have a warm enough jacket. I huddled inside my thin coat, thinking of Stacey, thinking of my father, thinking of Jack. Everyone I cared about was dead. Or else they had turned out not to be worthy of my feelings for them. Like Axel. Or Griffin.
And my father was dead.
My father who’d never had time for me. Who’d never acknowledged me. Who’d pretended like I didn’t exist.
I missed him, and I’d never really known
him.
It felt like the tears froze on my cheeks, even though I knew it wasn’t that cold outside.
Eventually, I ended up back on the T. Out of habit, I went the way I would have gone when I lived in Boston. Back to my dorm.
That was where Griffin found me.
He was at the station, watching people get off the T, and he ran at me the second he saw me. He grabbed me by the shoulders. “What the flying fuck?”
His gray eyes flashed. His teeth were clenched. He shook me, and I let him. “You idiot. You should never have come here. If I can find you here, then Op Wraith can find you here.”
I didn’t offer any resistance.
His hands moved from my shoulders to cup my face. “I didn’t know where you were. I was terrified.”
And then he was kissing me.
I wanted to melt and give in to it, let my knees buckle, let him support me. His lips were as sweet as they ever were.
But I didn’t respond. I stood stock still until he let me go.
“Doll?” he asked.
“Don’t call me that,” I said.
“What’s wrong?”
I laughed at that. “What’s wrong? You really are dim-witted.”
He let go of me. “Leigh, you run off for no reason, and then I go insane looking for you, and when I find you, you start insulting me. You’re trying my patience.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want to do that.”
He looked into my eyes. “Fuck. You’re high, aren’t you? You ran off to find drugs, didn’t you?”
I felt ashamed. “I didn’t mean to.”
It was his turn to be sarcastic. “Right. I’m sure you accidentally shoved it up your nose.”
“I was upset. And it was there.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “It’s your fault, anyway.”
“My fault?” He snorted.
“Don’t act innocent,” I said.
He sighed. “Let’s go.” He gestured to the T. “We’ll talk when we get somewhere private.”
“I don’t want to go anywhere with you.” But I didn’t know what I was going to do if I didn’t. “Maybe if you could just give me some money—”
“What?” He was confused. “Why are you acting like this?”
“You should have told me about Beth,” I said.
“Should I have?” he said.
“Yes. I was completely blindsided by her.”
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