I thought about calling Lucah and telling him about everything with Violet, but I decided to wait and tell him after work. I hoped he would be pleased that the two of us were friendly. He probably would not be pleased that she’d been turned into a pawn slash spy by the Board. Or maybe I shouldn’t tell him that part.
~*~*~
“So Violet and I had lunch today,” I said as we hopped into a cab to avoid walking to the T station in the rain that threatened to fall from the sky at any moment. As soon as the door shut and Lucah told the driver the address, drops pattered on the windshield.
“You did? How did that go?” He turned in his seat to face me.
“Uh, surprisingly well. I think we’re friends now. And don’t look so skeptical,” I said.
“What? I wasn’t skeptical. I’m just surprised that all it took was one lunch for you to bury the hatchet.” The rain started coming down harder, sheeting against the windows and blurring the world outside.
“What is this hatchet business? I didn’t hate her.”
“I know, I know. It was the best metaphor I could come up with. Sorry. So, what caused this sudden flowering of friendship?” I bit my lip and considered as the cabbie weaved in and out of traffic and people rushed for cover, or popped open umbrellas.
“She was really open and honest with me about some things, and I value that, so I decided to put everything else aside. I was being petty and immature. She’s also really funny. Why didn’t you tell me she was funny?”
My question left him floundering for a moment.
“I didn’t want to talk about her because I didn’t want to make you upset. That might have been petty and childish on my part. So I tried to avoid ever discussing her.” I took his hand and folded our fingers together.
“You don’t have to do that. I’m interested. I want to know what you were like back then. I’ve seen pictures but I want to know. Don’t you want to know what I was like as a teenager?”
He squeezed my hand.
“I most definitely want to know what you were like as a teenager. It must be much more interesting than what I was like. My adolescence was boring. Very boring. Nothing to talk about.” I rolled my eyes as the cabbie pulled up to our building.
“This is going to suck,” I said, staring at the rain.
“Here,” Lucah said, shucking off his jacket. We were both going to have to dash. Not that it mattered, because we were just going home. I could change once we got inside, but I disliked getting rained on, even if it was only for a minute. Lucah handed me his jacket to use as a makeshift umbrella and then got out, dashed to my door, opened it, and dragged me across the short distance to the front door of our building.
I stayed dry, but him, not so much. His hair dripped on his face, and his shirt was nearly see-through. I wasn’t complaining. It was a good look for him.
I couldn’t keep my hands off him in the elevator, so it was a good thing we were alone. By the time we got the door unlocked, I had one arm out of his shirt and he was working on my buttons.
“Get a fucking hotel room,” said a voice that made us both freeze, mid-clothes tearing. Oops. I’d pretty much forgotten about Ryder. From the look on Lucah’s face, so had he.
Lucah cleared his throat and let go of my shirt, straightening up as he put his arm back in his sleeve while I tried to re-button my shirt. Lucah had lipstick smeared on his mouth, and I’d ravaged his hair as well.
“Look, I know you guys are all over each other, but please, do it when I’m not here.” There was just one problem. He was always here. That wasn’t his fault, because both his therapist and Lucah didn’t think a job was right for him at this point, but he needed something to do. Preferably something that got him out of the apartment so Lucah and I could fuck each other.
“Sorry, Ryder,” I said, finally getting my buttons done, and readjusting my jacket.
“Whatever, it’s fine. I’m going over to Sloane’s.” I happened to know she wasn’t home from work yet. She’d texted me that she wasn’t going to be able to do dinner, and to order out and start without her.
“Do you have a key?” I asked.
“Yeah, she gave me one and said I could hang out there any time.” Uh, she did? That was news to me. It also seemed like something she should have discussed with Lucah at least.
“You don’t have to leave, Ryder,” Lucah said as Ryder headed for the door.
“No, no. Someone should be getting laid in this apartment, and if it can’t be me, then go ahead.” He walked out and shut the door.
“I think I’m going to go deal with that,” Lucah said, brushing something off my jacket. “I will be right back.”
I let him go and went to slump on the couch. I’d thought the Ryder thing was beginning to settle, but every time I thought that, something else happened. Plus, we had yet to tell him he was coming with us to my parents’ house. Lucah thought it was best to spring it on him at the last minute. I disagreed, but he knew Ryder better than I did.
Maybe we could bring Sloane with us. Mom and Dad would love to see her, and she might be able to keep Ryder on a leash.