I flip onto my back, keeping my arm tucked under my head. “I understand we do away with certain things as we get older,” I tell him. “But you’ve had a life since you moved into that place, haven’t you? I don’t see anything of your personality. Places you’ve visited, trinkets you’ve picked up over the years…”
“Yeah, I know, I uh…”
He hesitates again, letting out a sigh, and the sound of his breath vibrates across my ear, sending tingles down my spine.
I wish I could see his face. It’s so hard to read him over the phone. All I can picture is the way he drops his eyes sometimes, like he doesn’t want someone to know what he’s feeling, or the way he nods like maybe he’s afraid of what he’ll say if he speaks.
He finally continues. “Cole became more important,” he admits. “Somewhere along the way, who I was and what I wanted became irrelevant.”
I kind of understand. When you have kids, your hopes transfer to them. Your life takes a backseat to what they need. I get it.
But Cole is an adult now, and Pike has been on his own for a while. What does he do when he’s not at work?
“I’d love to see some of the stuff,” I broach. “If you ever want to unpack it, I’ll help.”
“Nah, that’s okay.”
I knit my brow at how quickly he shoots me down.
“You mean I can’t even see old yearbooks and if you and Cole were twinsies at the same age?” I tease.
He lets out a quiet chuckle. “God, no. Back when the only important thing I had to do was my hair?”
I grin, but of course, he can’t see it. Was he a one-girl kind of guy back in high school, or did he have lots like Cole did before me?
I remember what Cole said about his father cheating on his mom, but for some reason it doesn’t ring true.
“The truth is, Jordan,” he says, “when you’re young, you can be really stupid. I don’t care to remember that time in my life. I want to move on.”
But you’re not moving at all, by the looks of it.
“You need some spice in your life,” I jab at him. “You should get a woman.”
“Yeah, and you should get back to your friends now,” he retorts.
I laugh. “Oh, come on.”
“What makes you think I don’t already have a woman, Jordan?”
His voice taunts, and I can feel it all the way down to my toes.
My mouth goes dry. “Do you?” I ask.
I mean, I was just joking. Wouldn’t it be awkward to have two women walking around the house? I already have my chores down, and I do most of the cooking. That butcher block island and I have a relationship now. I might get a little jealous if another woman touches it.
“You haven’t known me long,” he plays. “My needs do have to be taken care of once in a while. I am human, after all.”
My stomach flips, and I shoot my eyebrows up. His needs?
An image of what he looks like when he has to get those needs met flashes through my mind. I push them away.
Umm, yeah. Okay.
All of a sudden, he laughs. “I’m kidding,” he says. “Yes, I do go out from time to time, but I’m not seeing anyone now. You don’t have to worry about running into some woman you don’t know in the house.”
“Or women,” I say. “Right?”
He scoffs, and I can just picture his face. “Do you honestly see me being able to juggle more than one female? Ever?”
“No, you like your me-time.”
“Exactly.”
My heart warms, and I knew I was right. Cole’s mom fed him bullshit to turn her son against his father.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to say something about Cole, but if Pike confronts him about the lies his mom probably told, Cole will see it as me betraying his trust. And it might embarrass Pike. They’re not my family. It’s not my place.
A yawn stretches my face, and I let out a little moan, my eyes growing heavier.
“Well, I guess I’ll let you go,” Pike says. “You both have fun, okay? Be safe.”
“We will.” My lids fall closed, his voice lingering in my ear. “And remember,” I tell him. “Push the button down twice.”
He snorts. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Later,” I say.
He pauses a moment before replying. “Goodnight, Jordan.”
He hangs up, and I set my phone down, yawning again and not bothering to turn my box fan app back on.
A smile still curls the corners of my lips. How can a thirty-eight year old man not know how to make microwave popcorn? It’s literally idiot-proof.
I chuckle, my lids resting heavy and sleepy as I forget about Jay and Cole and how uncomfortable this pool table is or how exhausted I’ll probably be tomorrow. Pike drifts through my mind and everything he said and how deep his voice was when he told me “goodnight Jordan” and how it made goosebumps spread up my arms.
And how this is the third night this week he’s been the last person I speak to before I fall asleep at night.
Chapter 8
Pike
The next morning, I’m surprised to see I’m the first one up. Jordan is usually moving about, showering, or working on her laptop before I’m even downstairs, but the house seems empty. I open the front door and notice Cole’s car isn’t in the driveway, either.
It’s Sunday morning. He wouldn’t be up already. Did they not come home then?
I go about my business, carrying on with my morning, but as it reaches ten, I want to get going on the main bathroom, tearing out the old tub and prying up the floor tiles, but it’s going to be a lot of noise. I knock on Jordan and Cole’s door to make sure they’re not in there.
No one answers, and I crack open the door to see the bed still made and the bedroom empty. I guess they must’ve crashed at a friend’s last night. I close it again and get to work.
“Hey,” Cole says as he walks into the kitchen an hour later.
I shut the fridge, clutching a soda, and turn toward him as he tosses his keys on the counter. He looks haggard, his hair matted and his eyes red.
“Hey.” I gesture to the cabinet to the left. “The aspirin’s in there. Get yourself some water and a shower. You can help me with the bathroom.”
He nods, but he looks like he’s two seconds from vomiting. His skin is a sallow green, and I actually feel sorry for him. I don’t miss that feeling.
“You’re drinking a lot,” I say.
He ignores me, shuffling toward the cabinet and pouring himself some aspirin.
I press further. “You’re drinking too much.”
He still says nothing, but his jaw flexes, telling me he heard me.
I wish he’d talk to me. Even fight with me, because it’s better than nothing. I want to hear about his job and his life. About the friend he lost. I shouldn’t have learned something like that through Jordan.
I should’ve pushed harder when he started to shut me out. So much harder.
But I know who I really have to blame for the wedge between us.
“I was good to your mother,” I tell him.
He sniffles, taking another huge gulp of water and still not looking at me.
He’ll believe her. He’s not ready to hear me yet. But I’m still saying it.
“I worked hard, I supported you both, and I was faithful.” I rise from the seat and look down at him. “You can ask me questions. I won’t lie.”
But he just shakes his head, finishing off the glass and setting it down. “I gotta get a shower.”
He turns to walk away, but I’m not done yet.
“Have I ever not done something you asked me to do?” I ask him.
He stops but doesn’t turn.
Anytime he needed money, I gave it to him. Anytime he needed a ride, I was there. Whenever he wanted to go somewhere or see something or take a karate class or just be with me, I was always there for him. Pain stretches through my chest as I stare at his back.
I was a good father. When he wanted me around.
“Have you ever caught me in a lie?” I go on.
A lie she didn’t teach him to believe, that is?
He looks over his shoulder at me, and I can see the struggle in his eyes. He wants to be angry at something or someone, and I was that target for a long time, but now he’s not sure why anymore. He has to start seeing who his mother is and what she does to people. He needs to stop letting her do it to him.
“I’m here,” I say. “Okay?”
I hear him breathe, the rise and fall of his chest heavy, and finally he nods, still looking hesitant, but it’s something.
Then he turns and walks out of the room, toward the stairs, but I suddenly glance at the front door again, something occurring to me.
“Where’s Jordan?” I call, walking into the living room.
He’s halfway up the stairs but looks over at me again and shakes his head, still not speaking.
“Didn’t you pick her up from work last night?” I question. “Weren’t you both together?”
“No.” He yawns and rubs his hand through his hair. “I’d had too much to drink, so I sent one of my buddies to pick her up and bring her home. She probably went out for a run, and you just missed her.”
I stand there, trying to piece together my conversation with her last night as Cole trails upstairs.
So when I spoke to her last night, she wasn’t with Cole. Wasn’t with him at all.
And she hasn’t been home. Their bed is still made.
Cole heads upstairs, and I shout after him, just remembering. “Use my bathroom!”
I’ll be working on theirs for a little while longer, and the master bathroom has the only other shower in the house.
I move back into the kitchen, still thinking.
Why would she lie about that? If she stayed with a friend, her sister, whatever…it’s fine. But she let me believe she and Cole were together, which is why I called—to make sure they both were okay.
I sent one of my buddies to pick her up and bring her home.
Yeah, your buddy didn’t bring her home. I have a half a mind to be worried, but she lied for a reason.
And despite how much I like Jordan, I can’t help the old feelings curling through my gut that I haven’t felt for a very long time. I don’t like being lied to.
Especially by women.