I typed again, wondering if he could tell that I was replying.
Everyone home safe and sound then?
Yep.
I wasn’t sure what to say after that. It had been a long time since I communicated with someone via a phone screen. I was out of practice.
The phone clunked against the coffee table when I set it down, and I decided on venturing out to the thrift store soon to see if they had phone cases. I’d never checked before. Maybe Kirby had an old one I could use.
The phone buzzed again.
What is your travel info?
You’re booking now?
As good a time as any.
Are you sure?
Yep.
I typed in my full name and birth date.
Imogene? That’s the worst middle name ever.
?
I can’t spell that.
You just did.
Always making things difficult.
You can thank my mother for that. What’s your middle name?
Dean.
Easy enough.
That’s what all the girls say. Will book tonight.
I put the phone on the table again and then settled back against the couch, propping my legs on the throw pillow. I was getting text messages on a cell phone, and I was going to Eakins, Illinois, in a few days. My life had felt completely different before, and even though it was scary, I’d known it was for the best, and this felt the same.
The room was quiet with muted throbs of bass coming from Cowboys down the block. I thought of Taylor Dean two-stepping, hiking, watching VHS tapes, and doing laundry. I thought about how wonderful life could be if I could add closure to it all.
Just as I began to relax, someone pounded on the door. I jumped up and yanked the door open.
Gunnar stood in the hall, his face red and blotchy, his eyes glistening in the dim light.
My mouth fell open. “Whoa. Are you all right? Where’s Kirby? How did you get in?”
“Kirby showed me where they keep the spare key. She won’t talk to me, Falyn. I really messed up this time.”
“What?”
I watched him as he passed by me and sat in the chair. He put his head in his hands, resting his elbows on his knees.
I closed the door behind me. “What happened?”
He shook his head. “She thinks I’m cheating on her. I tried to explain, but she won’t listen to me.”
I walked across the room, my arms crossed over my middle.
He looked up at me, desperate. “Will you talk to her for me?”
“Sure—as soon as you tell me what’s going on.”
His eyes fell to the floor. “I lied to her.”
“About what?”
“Why I’m always late. It’s not because of traffic. I’m only taking ten hours, and I’ve been working evenings at the school for extra cash.”
I shrugged, eyeing him. “Why didn’t you just tell her?”
“She wouldn’t like it.”
“What’s the job?”
“It’s cash under the table. I’m helping a guy with maintenance on a building just off-campus—trash, lawn, paint, fixing things.”
“Okay. Why did you keep that from Kirby?”
He swallowed. “Because it’s for the Delta Gamma sorority house.”
Unable to keep the laughter from barreling out of my mouth, I pinched my lips together with my fingers.
“I’ve dug a deep hole here, Falyn. I need your help.”
“How am I going to help you? And since when does the UCCS sororities have houses?”
“It’s in Boulder,” he said, looking exhausted.
“You’re driving an hour and a half to Boulder every day for work? Why?”
“Because it’s half an hour from Denver, and I wanted to get a closer job for when we move. The opportunity came up, and I took it.”
I chuckled. “I bet you did.”
Kirby and I were close, but nothing I said would make her ignore the facts.
“It’s not funny, Falyn. It’s good money, but she’s not going to believe me. Please tell her. You know I love her. You know I wouldn’t cheat on her. She knows it, too. She’s just mad.”
“She also knows you lied.”
His shoulders sagged. “She’s going to dump me over something stupid.” He looked up at me with the most pitiful expression. “Please?”
“I’ll talk to her, but I’m not going to promise you anything.”
Gunnar nodded and stood before trudging to the door. He twisted the knob, opening the door just a few inches, before he turned to me. “I would never cheat on her, Falyn. She’s the only girl I’ve ever loved.”
“Now that, I believe.”
He opened the door the rest of the way, revealing a wet-faced Kirby standing in the hall, holding a bottle of wine.
Gunnar’s breath caught.
Kirby’s bottom lip quivered.
“I just … I didn’t know what else to do,” he said.
Kirby threw her arms around him, still holding the bottle. Gunnar lifted her off the floor to keep from bending so far down. He tightly held her, and she buried her face into the crook of his neck.
“You’re so dumb!”
“I know,” he said.
She leaned back to look him in the eyes and sniffed. “Don’t ever lie to me again.”
He shook his head. “I won’t. This scared me straight.”
She kissed his lips, holding the bottle out to me. “I brought this to share.”
I grabbed it from her. “You’re not old enough to drink.”
“I was upset. I snuck it from my mom’s cabinet.”
She looked at Gunnar, and they practically mauled each other again.
“Take it somewhere else.” I pushed Gunnar far enough into the hall, so I could shut the door.
I leaned against the side of the refrigerator and chuckled, looking down at the wine bottle in my hand. Even when they were annoying and dramatic, they were cute.
“Well,” I said to no one, “at least I’ll sleep well tonight.” I was alone. It was safe to enjoy a glass or two.
I screwed off the lid and poured the white moscato into a glass, bringing the bottle with me to bed. It tasted exactly like a twelve-dollar bottle of wine should, too warm and too sweet, but it would do.
I finished off the glass within five minutes and poured another, filling it to the top this time.
Ten minutes later, that was gone, too, and I was pouring another.