Page 38 of David's Love

“Let’s forget about it.”

“I don’t want to forget about it. Is this about Colorado or you?”

Her lips move as she ponders.

“It is about me.”

I crack a smile.

“You feel lonely?”

“Don’t you?”

The last few days flash in front of my eyes. Meetings after meetings. Lunch in the office. Business dinners. Room service at night. Drinks after midnight. It’s been a crazy week. And even so, she popped into my mind too many times to count.

“I doubt you do,” she says.

“I don’t feel lonely. I’m extremely busy.”

“Me too.”

“How’s school?”

“Good.”

“Chloe?”

“Everything’s fine.”

She tips her face down, and I wish I could have her in the room with me and have my hands on her skin, which is silky like a water lily.

“But…” I murmur.

“There is no but. Thea’s having a Halloween party.”

“Okay.”

“And Chloe.”

“Right.”

“And I’ll be flying out to see you.”

A smile tickles my lips.

“That’s great news.”

Something doesn’t feel right, though.

And I can’t tell what it is.

It can’t have to do with her coming to see me. Or her being bothered with her friend or cousin.

Her emotions bounce from one end of the spectrum to the other. She’s hiding something––that much I can tell.

“Is it not?” I ask.

Her eyes soften.

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