I stopped in the middle of the road, bike grumbling louder than I ever thought possible. Or maybe it only sounded louder because I wasn’t supposed to be there, and neither was Izzy.
I turned quickly and sped out of Primrose, heart racing as I rode home. I parked my bike just as my phone buzzed in my back pocket. Surprisingly, it wasn’t Izzy, whom I expected to call and shout at me for selling the house. It was Chloe.
I answered. “Chloe?”
“Hey, Theo, um… Okay, so maybe the world and all its forces are just totally against us right now, but why in the hell is Izzy in town? Did she tell you she would be coming?”
“Hell no.” I kicked the stand of my bike and hopped off. “Shit.”
“She’s going to her car right now to get her phone. I’m sure she’s about to call you.” Chloe breathed hard. “Damn it,” she groaned. “I wasn’t prepared for this at all.”
“Me neither, babe. But listen, when she calls me, I’ll tell her to come over. Just stay calm, alright?”
She sighed. “Okay. Okay,” she said twice, but I heard the anxiety in her voice.
“Love you, Chloe. Call you when everything is situated.”
She didn’t tell me she loved me back. Instead, she said okay and then hung up. I dropped the phone, throat working hard to swallow. Moments later, as I stepped into my condo, I got the expected call from my daughter.
And I answered, telling her my new address after receiving some harsh, annoyed remarks about selling the house she practically grew up in. She told me she’d be on the way in twenty minutes and then she hung up.
Slouching on the sofa, I picked up my cellphone and shot Chloe a text.
Me: I’m so fucking sorry, Chloe. I don’t want you to go through this.
She replied:
Chloe: It’s fine. I have something really important to tell you. We need to find a place to meet so we can talk.
Me: I’ll send you a time to meet me at the boat when Izzy is settled in.
Chloe: Okay. And I love you too, Theo.
Delight tickled the corners of my mouth, but the message about her needing to tell me something really important made me go back and wonder exactly what was so important she couldn’t say it through text.
Other than Izzy being home, it was clearly bothering her. She could handle Izzy, I knew that, but there was something else bugging her that she could only keep secret for so long. Usually, Chloe was good at holding her tongue.
Maybe this was too much and she was ready to end it now, quit now while her best friend was face-to-face with her. Maybe she wanted to meet privately so she could give me one more touch, one last kiss, and maybe even one last round of passionate love making.
My heart wrenched, body going slack. I stared at the window across from me. The waves normally comforted me, but not today. They were just… there. Just like how I was.
Just surviving. Without her, I wouldn’t have much of a purpose. I’d have Izzy, but soon Izzy would move forward with her life and not need her dad as much. And I’d be left alone… again.
All over again.
Izzy said twenty, but she arrived over an hour later, and by her side was… Chloe. She’d given me the heads up before arriving, so I was prepared when they showed together.
“Izzy Bear!”
“Dad!” Izzy ran into my arms, but as I held her and looked over her shoulder, my eyes locked on Chloe’s. She stood a step away from the door, eyes holding mine. There was something wrong. She lifted a hand to chew on her fingernail, shifting her weight twice. A hand slapped my chest, and Izzy pulled away, looking up. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were moving?! The house! It’s empty!” Her eyes were wide and glossy. “Dad, all the stuff. Mom’s stuff—”
“Is safe, Isabelle. Trust me.”
Her shoulders sagged with relief. “Good.” She clapped her hands and walked around me, taking the place in fully. “Well, at least it’s nice here! And that view, oh my gosh!” She pranced around, running her fingers across the brown leather recliner and then passing by the dining area. “One of these bedrooms better be mine.” She quirked a brow, walking towards the rooms.
“You already know it.”
Grinning, she entered the first bedroom, her gasp audible. As she took her time, looking around the condo, I walked to the kitchen, gesturing with a flick of my fingers for Chloe to follow. She walked with hesitation, peering around the corner.
“What happened to keeping our shit together?” I teased, pulling down two empty glasses from the cabinet. I placed them on the counter, opened the fridge, and pulled out a pitcher of lemonade. After filling a glass with ice and sliding it across the counter, I said, “Drink this. It’ll distract you. You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Calm down, okay? We’re fine. It’s fine. She’s not onto us.” I think…
“It’s just weird that she showed up like this,” Chloe whispered. “She usually calls ahead of time. Izzy never just pops up… not like this.” Her eyes bounced over her shoulder, and then she looked at me again, saying, “Do you think Trixie got to her?”
“I’ve been watching Trixie. She hasn’t done anything. Trust me.” I wiped my forehead with slight aggression, sliding my empty glass away. “It’s all good, Knight. We’ll be okay.”
“She’s not done with summer school, you know?” She sipped her lemonade, using it as a true distraction. “She’s just here for the fourth.”
After she said that, Izzy came around the corner, shouting, “Dad! We have to throw a cookout on that deck! Like, seriously! That thing’s huge. Hey, why don’t you invite your girlfriend?” She folded her arms and smiled at me. My heart dropped to my stomach for Chloe. “I think its due time to meet her, especially if she can convince you to move out and leave everything behind without even telling me first.”
“I chose to move. Needed something smaller and cheaper but still nice. It’s close to work. Convenient. I was going to tell you when summer school was over. Wanted you to focus, kid.”
“Dad, I’m an adult now.” She stepped to Chloe’s side. “I think you forget that we can handle whatever.” She wrapped her arm across Chloe’s shoulder, and Chloe joined in on the laughter, but the smile didn’t touch her eyes. “But, listen, I’m serious about this cookout. Tell Trixie to come, and Chloe can stay too! Dad, oh my gosh, she has this really hot and cool guy that’s been staying at her house all summer.” What? I stiffened behind the counter, hands balling into fists, but luckily, Izzy couldn’t see them. She continued talking, but Chloe saw right through me like a wall of glass. “Chloe said he was a freak—that he was always watching her or whatever—but I don’t think he is. I think he just has a crush on her.”
Chloe dropped her head.
I did my best to seem uncaring, but deep inside, it was pissing me off. Why didn’t she ever tell me there was another man staying with her? And that he was into her?
“Really?” I asked, pointing my gaze on Chloe. “What’s the kid’s name?”
“Sterling. So hot, and apparently they are on good terms now. I think they made out or something. She denies it,”—she nudged Chloe in the ribs—“but I just think she’s not ready to fill me in yet.” Izzy said. “Hey!” She looked at Chloe. “We should go back and tell him to join us for dinner. You’ll grill out, right, Dad? Chloe and I can see if we can pick up some fireworks from somewhere or something.”
I breathed as evenly as possible. “Sure. I have some steaks and hotdogs around. I’ll see what I can whip up.”
“Great! But please tell Trixie to come. I really need to see what this woman is about.” Fuck. Izzy was setting us up to fail. With Trixie around, it would disturb Chloe, throttle her emotions to the fullest, and with that boy around, the one into her, it would piss me off, and I sucked at hiding my emotions.