“What thef—”
“There’s more,” she said, cutting him off. “Your sheets had been, um, slept in. I found a condom wrapper in the garbage can. But don’t worry, your sheets are in the dryer.”
“Forget about my sheets. I’m burning them.”
I should have thought of that.
“Is he still married?” he asked.
“He is, but he doesn’t wear a ring.” She shook her head. “Classic fucking Tommy.”
“How old is Lara?”
“Nineteen, I think? Tommy should’ve known better. He’s more than twice her age.”
“Jesus.” He rubbed his chin, pacing the room with a blank expression. When he finally stopped he glanced at the TV. “What’s happening here?”
“We’re losing. I swear to god if I hear ‘Chelsea Dagger’ one more time . . .” The Chicago Blackhawks’ goal song was her least favorite piece of music.
“How’d he get in?”
“I’m guessing your spare key at SDM.” She shrugged. “Arjun made it sound like he’s here all the time.”
“All the time? Are you fucking serious?” Cary folded his arms on the counter and hung his head. “Maybe the building has security footage?”
“They probably do,” she said.
“I’m getting an alarm installed and a drink,” he said, opening a bottle of Penfolds Grange. “Are you up for one?”
She shrugged. “I’m not pregnant.”
“I’m sorry, babe.”
“I can’t do this,” she said, her voice shaking. “Sorry, I’m just bad at this.”
“Bad at what?” He poured the wine into two stemless glasses.
She sighed. “I’m quitting SDM on Friday and—”
“That’s terrific!”
She glared at him. “Please let me finish.” He thinned his lips and nodded. “I’m moving back to Winnipeg, and I—”
“But that’s what—”
“Fuck, Cary! Will you please just listen?”
“Sorry.”
She continued, “Look, I’ve done the long-distance thing and it never works. This morning, going through that alone, Cary. It fucking sucked. Not to mention, I’m the one sneaking around because of this stupid media attention. I could never live in LA and I need to be with my family.” She wiped her nose with her sleeve and hugged Rory. “I need time to think.”
His eyes welled up. “Can I tell you my news?”
“No. I’ve made up my mind, and I need to leave. I’m sorry you came all this way for nothing. The only thing I ask is that you don’t say anything to Sebastien or Tommy about what happened here. I have some things to sort out before Friday.”
“But I—”
“Cary. Please don’t speak.”
