“And am fun.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Despite my big ears.”
Although she probably wanted to kill me, Natalie laughed instead. “So. . . you okay?”
“No, but I will be soon,” I assured her.
“Have a good time and make sure you let us know how it goes.”
“Obviously. Talk to you later.”
“See ya.”
I hadn’t realized how good of a distraction Natalie’s call had been until now there was nothing to do but stare at my phone for a text like, “on my way.”
When that got boring, I paced around my apartment, but not too fast. Didn’t want to work up a sweat.
It seemed like three hours later when my phone finally came to life. Nate was calling. Odd. I wondered why not a quick text?’
“Hello?” I said, my hand practically shaking.
“Hey, Zoe.”
Something was wrong. Zoe, not Zoe girl. And his tone was flat too.
“What’s wrong?”
Had he been delayed? Last I knew, his flight was on time. But why hadn’t he contacted me before now?
“Where are you?” I asked.
“At Lucas’s apartment.”
What the hell?
“Why?”
Silence. Almost like he was back on base and had been called away.
Finally, he said, “I met a guy on the plane.” His tone still sounded much less full of life than any other time we talked. “He told me about a woman he’d dated for six months. Apparently pretty serious. She even wanted to get married.”
Six months.
As he spoke, I began to feel a bit queasy.
“Never caught her name. But his was Erik.”
Fuck. Of all the people he could possibly sit next to. Fucking Erik. What were the chances?
Nothing is a coincidence, Zoe.
Usually, I believed the universe worked in mysterious but very deliberate ways. But right now, this just felt like really bad luck.
“Nate—”
“When my flight companion saw Lucas, I could tell they knew each other but weren’t on very friendly terms. So, of course, I asked Lucas about him. Turns out—”