She’d been like a sister to me before she turned on my family and actively participated in my dad’s death.
My rage blew Michael’s out of the stratosphere. I slammed the door open so hard it bounced off the wall. “Why haven’t you broken her neck yet? She’s a waste. There’s no way you’re going to get the truth from her.”
Cat’s arrival must have surprised Michael. His hair was still wet from the shower and he didn’t have on a shirt. He stood on one side of the couch and she stood on the other, next to the open sliding glass doors and the snack bar. Her mahogany skin looked ashen, her brown eyes dull. Her short hair had started to grow out, sticking up in awkward angles from her head. She hadn’t been taking care of herself. Jack hadn’t been taking care of her, either.
“I’m here to ask forgiveness,” Cat said, her eyes widening as she looked up at me. An act, just like our entire relationship.
“Don’t.” I held up my hand. “Don’t even open your mouth. If I didn’t know Mike would stop me, I’d choke you to death with my bare hands right now.”
“Go ahead,” Michael said. “My superhero cape is at the cleaners.”
“Just listen,” she pleaded, holding up her hand, edging closer. “I have information. I can help you.”
“Does he know you’re here?” I asked. “Does he know you’re about to sell him out?”
Sudden movement behind Cat caught my attention.
“I know everything.”
Jack, looking pampered and perfectly healthy.
We locked eyes for two seconds before he lunged and grabbed Cat. I rushed him, with Michael right behind me. Propelling myself forward, I reached for Jack’s shirtsleeve, my fingers just missing it as he kicked the stools from the snack bar into our path. I smashed into them, Michael ran into me, and we both went down.
By the time we were up, they were gone.
I growled in frustration and slammed my fist into the wall. “Damn it!”
Michael jerked the bar stools to an upright position. “He’s not gone forever. Lily can track him through the pocket watch.”
I pulled the pocket watch out and swung it by the chain in front of Michael’s face. “No. She can’t.”
“If you have the pocket watch, how did Jack get in and out of here so fast? He needs duronium to travel.” Michael sat down on the edge of the couch, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
“I don’t know.”
“I’m sick of not knowing. What he’s doing, what the future holds.” He paused, on the verge of telling me something he was afraid to share.
I waited him out.
“She was with you.”
“What?”
“When I didn’t make it back. When I died saving your dad. I traveled to the future to make sure she’d be okay. On that time line, before she broke the rules to come back and get me, Em was with you.” The honesty cost him. “With you with you.”
“She loves you.” I sat down. “That would never happen.”
“Even if I’m dead?” Michael’s laugh didn’t match the morbidity of the statement. “There’s no way to know. Travel used to have rules, and now everything is completely out of control.”
I listened. Which was exactly what he needed.
He started to pace. “The fact is that, even if time is rewound, you’ll still exist, and Em will still exist. Maybe in a different state of being. She could be… sick. She could be the broken Em that was the sole survivor of a terrible bus accident. She could be medicated out of her mind.”
“I wouldn’t know her if that was the case,” I argued. I didn’t want to think of Em like that.
“She’s in your father’s files. Maybe you’ll go find her.” He lifted his hands. “Or maybe you’ll take over for Liam, and you’ll see someone like your mom, and you’ll want to help her.”
“What exactly did you see?”
He stopped and turned toward the window. He could hide his face, but not his emotions. Not from me.
“Michael?”
“You were holding her. On your lap, in your arms. You were on the front porch of your house, sitting in one of your mother’s rocking chairs, and you were holding her.” He sounded so resigned, like he was willing to surrender without a fight. “You keep showing up, loving her when she needs it most.”
“I do love Em. But it hasn’t progressed the way I thought it would at first.” I searched my soul for the truth. “I don’t want to take your place. I couldn’t.”
He faced me. “I hope we never have to find out if that’s true.”
“We both know the future is subjective. Just because you saw us together… doesn’t mean it’s going to happen,” I said. “And so many things would change. Like Lily.”
“She’s different for you, isn’t she? You look at her when she talks,” Michael said, watching me. “Weigh what she has to say.”
“Because what she has to say matters,” I said. “She matters.”
“Have you told her?”
“No.” But I’d thought about it all night.
He smiled. It, along with his emotions, was bittersweet. “What are you waiting for?”
“I don’t know. That’s a lie. I’m scared. That she won’t feel the same way. That she will.” I stood up and took over Michael’s pacing. “I mean, I’ve never done this.”
“One question.” He paused until I stopped and looked at him. “Is she worth it?”
I didn’t hesistate. “Yes.”
“Then tell her.”
Chapter 37
I’d been standing downtown for an hour, trying to work up my nerve, watching mothers picking up or dropping off their daughters at the Ivy Springs School of Dance. There was an overabundance of pink, glitter, and hair twisted up in buns. The buns made me think of Lily.
But, then, everything did.
A white van pulled up in front of Murphy’s Law across the street, and I watched as a guy in khaki pants took a dolly out of the back and huffed into his hands to warm them before he rolled it inside. A cold front was moving in, the first taste of winter. Storms always followed.
A minute later, the man came out with a full load of bakery boxes. They had the Murphy’s Law logo on them, bright blue and white.
When he left, I’d go over there.
I would.
“Kaleb?” I looked away when a girl with really blue eyes and red hair stepped into my line of vision. She had a bun and tights, too. I tried to place her, but all I could remember was that her name started with an A. “I’m Ainsley. We met at Wild Bill’s last summer.”
I smiled, but inwardly I was cussing like a freak. I remembered her now. The night Michael had to come downtown to get me from the bar, right before I met Em. I’d had a little too much fun. How much, exactly, I didn’t know. “How are you?”
“Wondering why you never called me.” The blue eyes held a hint of disappointment.
Apparently, not calling was a trend with me.
“I thought we had a good time,” she continued, and then gave me pouty lips that I think she meant to be sexy. They weren’t.
“There’s been a lot of… stuff happening.” My dad came back from the dead, an attempt was made on my life, I didn’t remember you existed. “Sorry about that.”
“Well, it’s lucky we ran into each other now.” After digging around in her duffel bag, she fished out a permanent marker and grabbed my hand, pulling it toward her. She wrote her number on my palm, and then curled each of my fingers around it. “Don’t lose it this time.”
And then, right there in the middle of the sidewalk, she kissed me.
Just as Lily came out of Murphy’s Law.
“Oh no.” I pulled away from Ainsley.
Really? Really?
Ava stepped out of the dance studio, raising the lapels of her peacoat together to block out the wind. She had on tights and a scuffed-up pair of pink ballet shoes, and her auburn hair was pulled into a tight bun. I hadn’t really talked to her since helping her move in.