loud silence followed that. I heard the kitchen clock ticking away in the other room. The ice cracking in my glass sounded like a gunshot.
Brandon steepled his fingers together and looked down at the table.
âWell,â he said, ânow that weâve broken the ice . . .â
I giggled nervously until he looked up and I saw his grin. Then I giggled for real. He and Elsa joined in, and I felt something go out of the room. It felt better. We actually started to talk after thatânot just waiting for our turn to say something. A real conversation. It was nice. For a while. Until it was time to leave.
Elsa looked at the time on her phone and frowned. âI have to get going, guys,â she said. âMy folks are expecting me back.â
âMe, too, I guess,â I said.
We all stood and started to move toward the door.
âOkay, you two,â Brandon said, âdrive safe.â
Elsa said she would, and I must have had one of those looks on my face. It would have been easy enough for me to say okay, too, even though I hadnât driven. To be honest, thereâs a part of me that never wants to miss an opportunity to correct someone.
âWhat?â Brandon asked.
âWell,â I said, âIâll ride safely . I rode my bike.â
âOh,â Brandon said, âyou should let me give you a ride.â
âNo, thatâs okay,â I said, âI donât live far from here and I donât want to leave my bike.â
âItâs not okay,â Brandon said. âI canât let you ride your bike home.â
âExcuse me,â I said. âYou canât let me ?â
We were between Elsa and the door. I shot her a look, and I could tell she wanted to be anywhere other than where she was.
âWhat the hell does that mean?â I asked.
âItâs dark out, Courtney,â Brandon said, and I could tell he was as frustrated with me as I was with him. âAnd you told that story about the lady who got attacked today!â
âFirst of all,â I said, âI can take care of myself. Second, even if I couldnât, you are not who Iâd run to to save me. So, please, take your macho, chauvinistic bullshit and cram it!â I threw the door open and checked Brandon as hard as I could with my shoulder. Granted, he barely moved. I heard footsteps on the driveway behind me and turned to see Elsa getting her keys out of her purse. Thank God Brandon hadnât come after me.
I hopped on my bike and was about to ride away when she spoke to me. âYou know,â she said, âhe was just trying to be nice.â
âYeah, well,â I said, âhe was being kind of a dick about it.â
She shrugged. âMaybe,â she said. âDo you want a ride? We could probably put your bike in the trunk.â
âNo,â I said, âbut thanks. I donât have far to go.â
âOkay,â she said, and climbed into her car and pulled out onto the street.
I made my own way behind her. It was a lot easier getting out of the subdivision than it had been getting in. The security guard seemed eager to have me leave. That made two of us.
I heard the gate clang shut behind me and I rode out into the darkness on my way home.
CHAPTER SIX
This Is Too Much
I âm going to admit right up front that turning down that ride from Brandon was not one of my best ideas. Or, to put it another way: I was stupid to ride my bike home in the dark. The first mile or so was fine since I had to ride up Commercial Street with all of its traffic streaming by. The passing cars and the well-lit parking lots made me feel safe. Hell, I almost forgot that it was dark outside.
Almost, that is, until I turned off the main drag onto Madrona Street and slowly left the halogen lights of the parking lots behind. Madrona is a really steep hill at that point, and, because I refused to get off and walk my bike up the incline, I was a sweaty,