“Yes,” I said, and then I realized she hadn’t sounded surprised.
At. All.
“Lennon?”
“Yeah?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Why don’t you sound surprised?”
“Well, I kind of knew already. I heard about it over the weekend.”
“Why didn’t you call me?”
“I wanted to, but I wasn’t sure if it would fuck with your happy and I didn’t want to bring all that up for you again.”
“I get that, Len, but never feel like you can’t tell me things, okay?”
There was a moment of silence and then another sigh.
“Wait, I just saw about this on a breaking news report. How did you know already?” I demanded.
“Well, I need to talk to you about that, but I just haven’t been sure how to bring it up.”
“What?”
“You know Granger, the guy I’m dating?”
“Yes,” I hedged.
“Um, well, he’s, a...”
I waited several tense seconds for her to speak, but she stayed silent, so I pressed. “He’s a what, Lennon?”
“It’s just so hard, because he’s so great and I don’t want you to form a negative opinion of him before you meet him.”
“Are you trying to tell me you’re dating a lawyer?” I joked.
“No, no, he’s not a lawyer. He’s a biker.”
“You’d better mean avid cyclist,” I bit out.
“No,” she breathed out. “As in he rides a Harley Davidson in a motorcycle club.”
“Oh my god,” I rasped. “What?”
“He’s not like Boneyard, I swear. He’s the kindest man—”
“There isn’t one goddamn biker on the planet who’s kind, Lennon,” I snapped. “I’m sorry, I cannot speak to you right now.”
I hung up, turning off my phone because I knew she’d try to call me right back, and I could not,absolutely without a doubt, could not, speak to her right now.
Then I sank to my knees and burst into racking sobs.
Razor
AFEW DAYS later, I was securely ensconced at Hatch and Maisie’s home, and Katie had made a surprise visit to check on me. I was not happy to see her.
Let me clarify.
