Page 9 of It's You
His lips hadn’t moved, but his smile faded as she heard these whispered words in her head, and his eyes were holding hers fast.
Darcy bit her bottom lip and watched as his eyes dropped to her lips.
I’m hearing voices. This is intense. Too intense.
She took a deep breath and reached for her champagne glass, turning away from him slightly to finish the rest of the glass in a single gulp.
“So…how have you been?” he asked, eschewing hot glances for polite conversation.
“Fine. You?”
“Good.”
“Twenty years,” she said. “SinceThe Music Man.”
He nodded, his smile tentative. “Best summer of my life.”
“Really?”
“Surprised?”
“Very. You seemed…um, brooding. Like you were angry for most of that summer.”
He smiled at her more confidently then, and she noted the white shininess of his teeth. They were much whiter and shinier than most men in their late thirties.
He must take good care of himself.
I do.
He winked at her. “Probably just hormones.”
“Huh.” She looked away. Everything he said was throwing her off. She didn’t know how to respond.
“So,” he asked, “is it still DarcyTurner?”
The way he asked, she had a strange feeling he already knew the answer to this question.
“Yep.” She poured herself another half glass of wine and held up her left hand, naked of any rings.
“Never took the plunge, huh?”
“Maybe someday,” she said, peeking at him over the rim of her champagne flute.
Don’t do that. You hate that.
She heard his voice.Heard it.But his lips hadn’t moved.
She sat up straighter, and her heart started racing, beating faster and faster against her ribs, almost painfully.
Now, going inside was one thing. She’d been going inside for years, for most of her life, in fact. But hearing voices? Specific people’s voices? In her head? In the middle of the day?
Maybe Willow’s idea was a good one. She’d ask Willow to set up that MRI as soon as possible. She’d?—
“Sun’s bright today.” He said this loudly, gesturing to her head.
“Mmm. Oh!” She forgot that she had sunglasses on her head and pulled them down. Immediately, she felt her heart start to slow down until it returned to normal. Her cheeks cooled, and she filled her diaphragm with air.
Since when did sunglasses work faster than Xanax?
