door to see Chandler and Odion at the stove. âIt smells good,â I told Chandler, and he pulled me into a quick hug.
âLover Boy met someone,â he whispered.
Iâd brought a bottle of Chilean from Gregâs wine cabinet, and I passed it to Chandler. âDavid?â I asked while he opened the wine. âWhere?â
âThat dorky workshop he went to last weekend.â
âThe model car one?â
âThatâs the one,â Chandler said.
A girl who played with toy cars. Perfect. David came in wearing his microscope glasses on his head, his hair messy like heâd just gotten out of bed.
âHow was it?â I kissed him on the cheek.
âIt was what it was,â David told me. His eyes were red as if he hadnât slept. âWhereâs Gabs? Did she desert us?â
âSheâs on her way back from Hoka Hey training.â
And then there was a knock on the kitchen door, and when it opened, Brady Irons was standing there.
âYouâre here.â My voice was full of holes, breathy, the pudgy girl with her high school crush.
Brady was wearing jeans and boots, and his hair was slicked back. It suddenly embarrassed me, standing in Davidâs kitchen with BradyâChandler and Odion glancing up blankly.
âCome in,â I said.
But as he stepped through the door, he seemed so out of place.
âLook whoâs here,â I said to David, throwing my voice over my shoulder, hoping heâd act hospitable. âBrady Irons from high school.â
âHell,â David said. âGreat to see you again.â His hair stuck up like a jackknife. âItâs been a while.â He put out his hand.
Brady shook it, watching him the same way he had me in the parking lot, like he was remembering something and wasnât sure if he should say it or not. I was certain it was Savannah. It was always Savannah.
âNice place.â
âI havenât had time to clean,â David said quickly, stacking a pile of magazines on the kitchen table. It occurred to me he was going to kill me when this was over for not telling him Brady was coming, but in fairness to me, Brady hadnât told me for sure.
Brady was holding a bottle of wine, and Chandler took it from him and extended his hand.
âChandler Morris,â he said. âGood to see you again.â Then he nodded to the lasagna sitting on the stove. âHope you like Italian.â Odion stepped forward and stood beside Chandler. âThis is my boyfriend, Odion Eze.â
âNice to meet you,â Brady said, shaking his hand. There was a beat of silence, and then Brady turned to me. âThanks for the invite,â he said quietly. It seemed like he didnât know what to do with his hands, and finally he stuck them in his pockets. âAre you sure itâs okay I stay? I donât want to intrude.â
âWhat? Of course. I invited you, didnât I?â Suddenly, I felt feverish with the need to keep him there. âYou guys have like sixteen years of catching up to do.â
But David was turned away, scrubbing dirty glasses in the sink as if he cleaned all the time.
âIâll open Bradyâs wine. I think weâre going to need two bottles tonight.â Chandler winked at me.
Odion took five plates out of the cupboard. âCome,â he said to me. âWe will set the table.â
âAye aye, Captain.â But I was worried; I wanted to stay in the kitchen to make sure David and Chandler were being nice. Brady and I had already spent a few afternoons together talking about prison life, and besides my fascination with him, I was starting to feel like I might have a book, even if the murderer was growing on me.
Chandler brought in the wine, and I tugged on his shirt, leading him to the corner of the dining room.
âWhatâs up with David?â I asked. âHeâs so grumpy.â
He glanced in the kitchen. David