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Even now, I could feel it sitting heavy in my gut as he ran me through the LA job, nothing he said quite sticking in my mind. There’d be an email I could look over in my own time, but these calls were where Reggie told me the things about the job that he’d never put in writing—like exactly how careful I had to be of the client and what kind of ridiculous things they were likely to expect.

Reggie had taken a chance on me when I was young, fresh out of college, and desperate to get away from my dad after Grandma died. Desperate to get away fromeverywhere, because nowhere felt like where I was supposed to be anymore.

I wanted to pay attention to him, but I kept thinking of how I was going to tell Iggy I was leaving.

He’d known, obviously. We’d both gone into this knowing that it wasn’t forever. That it was almost like having one last summer.

Only it’d lasted less than a week.

“Think you got all that?” Reggie asked as I paced up and down the yard, picking a snail out of Iggy’s raised beds on the way past.

“Yeah, think I got it,” I lied.

“See you bright and early tomorrow morning, then.”

What?

“No, wait, back up,” I said. “Tomorrow morning?”

Reggie was silent for a heartbeat. “So you didn’t get all that,” he said, not sounding either surprised or disappointed. “Is gay lady company still around?”

“I think a gay lady would be a lesbian,” I said, shoving my hand in the pocket of Iggy’s robe and finding a small handful of dog treats there.

I was going to miss Theo.

I was going to miss all of this.

“You know what I’m talking about,” Reggie said. “Your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I said.

Just as I heard the back door of the cabin opening.

Iggy stood there, blinking in the sunlight, Theo by his side.

A pang of regret hit me, making my whole insides clench. Hewasn’tmy boyfriend, but…

I didn’t want him to hear me say that.

I maybe…

Wished he was my boyfriend. Even if that was stupid. Even if I knew it couldn’t work.

“I can’t make it in the morning,” I said. “Tomorrow afternoon.”

“But this is…” Reggie paused, and I couldseehim pinching the bridge of his nose.

It was an important job. I was his most reliable guy. I knew that. But a few hours wouldn’t make all that much difference to the job.

It’d make the world of difference to me.

“No, you know what, you’ve earned it,” Reggie said after a breath. “I’ll expect you when you show up.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. If I’d needed to be there tomorrow morning, I would’ve had to leave tonight.

This way, I could stay. I could have one more night.

I wasn’t positive that’d make it easier to give up, but I didn’t care right now. All I cared about was that it wasn’t quite over.