Colbie was undoubtedly high as a kite because that actually made some sense. “I’d think he’d be proud to be like the man you are now, loving and caring.”
“You’re very sweet,” Eddie said softly. “But I didn’t tell you what made me turn things around. I fell in love again. Me and Mati had six great months before I lost her.”
“Oh no,” Colbie breathed. “She passed away?”
“No, she left. I’d finally met someone more screwed up than me.” He smiled wryly. “The wanderlust took her and she had to go. I could’ve gone with her but . . .”
“But what?”
“It was time for me to be here, with my family.” His eyes were fierce with love and memories, and shiny with pain. “So I had to let her go. Just as my family had let me go all those years ago. It’s what you do for those you love. But for the first time, I knew their pain. Still, those six months were the greatest months of my life. For once, work wasn’t the focus of my world. Love was. And I promised myself I’d stick by Spence until he learned the same thing.”
“But sometimes people have to make their own mistakes,” she said, knowing this from personal experience. Because she’d walked away from her family. Same as her dad, same as Eddie.
But she now knew what Eddie also knew, that family was family. Even if you got stupid and walked, you went back. No matter what. And that’s what she would do too. Go back. Even if she didn’t want to. Suddenly sad, and just as suddenly ravenous, she put her hands to her stomach. “I’ve gotta go.”
“Where to?”
“To eat. I’m starving.”
He smiled and held out the bag. “I’ve got ya covered.”
Chapter 18
#FudgeADuck
When Colbie didn’t show up at Spence’s like she’d said she would, he figured she’d gotten caught up in her pages and lost track of time.
Something he understood all too well.
He waited another half hour before losing patience. He wasn’t a good waiter. He took the stairs down to her place and knocked on her door, but she didn’t answer that either.
He stood there for a few minutes, wondering for the first time if maybe he was being stood up.
Ten minutes later, he decided that, yep, he was definitely being stood up.
Which sucked. They’d managed to spend a fair amount of time together in spite of the fact that they were both working a lot—which he often gave thought to deep in the night while holding her in his arms.
And something else he’d spent a fair amount of time doing? Arguing with himself whenever he left her bed. It was getting harder and harder to walk away. He’d been telling himself all along that this expiration date of theirs was a good thing.
But he no longer believed it. The truth was that he wasn’t ready for her to leave and was pretty sure he’d never be ready for her to leave.
He made his way to the courtyard and poked his head into the alley to ask Eddie if he’d seen her.
And there she was, sitting with the old man, junk food wrappers scattered all around them like the living dead.
“What the hell?” He looked at his grandpa. “Tell me you didn’t get high and rob a convenience store with my girlfriend in tow.”
Colbie gasped at the sight of Spence and jumped up. “Fudge a duck!” She looked at her watch, squinting to read it. “It’s seven forty-five? How did that happen?”
“Well,” Eddie said. “The earth revolves around the sun, see, and—”
“I was supposed to pick Spence up at seven!” she whispered furiously to Eddie. “I’m late! I’m never late! Should I call him?”
Eddie grinned. “Or you could just turn around and talk to him.”
“Wait—he can see us?” she asked, horrified, eyes nearly bugging out of her head. “We’re not invisible?”
“Christ,” Spence said.
She whirled to face him. “I’m so sorry! I don’t know where the time went!”
He looked into her stoner red eyes and had to laugh. “I do.”
She flushed. “We got caught up . . . talking.”
“Uh-huh.” Spence looked over her head at Eddie and his mouth tightened. “You butted in.”
Eddie shrugged, the gesture apparently so Spence-like that Colbie clapped a hand to her mouth. “I see it now,” she said behind her fingers. “The similarities.”
Spence added disbelief to his anger. “You told her?”
“That you’re way too smart for your own good and you think you’re always right?” Eddie asked. “Yeah, I told her, but I don’t think she was all that surprised.”
Spence was not amused, but Colbie put her hand on his arm. “I think it’s incredibly sweet that you have your grandpa here, taking care of him like you do.”
“Darlin’, you’ve got that backward,” Eddie said with a grin at Spence.
Colbie slipped her arm in Spence’s and looked up at him with sweet worry. “I really am so sorry,” she said. “I never do this, forget the time. Or a date. Well, okay, so I forget dates when I don’t wanna go, but this wasn’t one of those times.” She paused. “I got hungry.”
Spence eyed the empty candy and chip wrappers. “I see that.” He turned and met Eddie’s nonsheepish gaze. “We’ll talk later.”
Eddie sent him a mocking salute.
“Oh please don’t be upset with him,” Colbie said earnestly. “It was my idea to have the second brownie—”
“You had more than one?” Spence asked and looked at his grandpa.
Eddie had the good grace to look slightly shamed. “She was really hungry.”
Spence shook his head, trying to let it go. The fact was, he and Eddie rarely saw eye-to-eye, and actually, that was all on Spence anyway. He’d never completely forgiven his grandpa for basically deserting his dad and grandma.
The resentment was in direct opposition to Spence’s need to still keep Eddie safe, but since the guy insisted on living on the streets, it was an unfulfilled need. It’d taken him a long time to accept his grandpa’s unconventional lifestyle, or so he’d always thought. But the truth—the rather appalling truth—was that Spence was far too much like Eddie for his own comfort.
“I’m sorry,” Eddie said quietly, and Spence stared at him in shock. He’d never heard those words from him before. He didn’t want to be moved, but like Spence himself, Eddie never said anything he didn’t mean. Spence nodded his appreciation of the statement and took Colbie up to her apartment. He had no idea what she’d planned for them but whatever it was, she was going to need a minute.
Or a few hours . . .
“I can’t find my key,” she said at her door, head bent, searching through her mess of a bag.
Spence took her hand and looked her over. She seemed okay. Her hair had fallen in her face, which was flushed because she was overheated and probably dizzy as hell. He gently pushed it from her eyes. “I can’t believe you ate the brownie.”
“Brownies,” she said, emphasis on the s. “As in plural. And I knew better too, but . . .” She trailed off guiltily.
“I know. He can be deceptively sweet and persuasive.” And a menace . . .
“Yes!” she said. “He’s so wonderful!”