“Ok, Scarlett. I have one question for you—what exactly is your relationship with Mr. Reynolds?” His question caught me off-guard. “What? Matt? He’s one of my best friends. I told you that.” I evaded the question behind the question because I wanted Martinez to ask outright if there was something he wanted to know. “Are… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter sixteen, part one
“Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” Matt whispered into my ear. I shivered at his proximity, then scolded myself silently. This was Matt, not some rock star or something. There was no reason to get all gooey in the knees. I wondered at my reaction to him. Was I freaking out about Martinez? Was that why… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter fifteen, part two
“Martinez,” he said wearily. “Hi, Carlos, it’s me.” I figured if I kept repeating his name, I would get used to saying it. “HI, Scarlett. What’s up?” His voice perked up, and I felt guilty for bagging on him, but it was an emergency. “I’m looking forward to tonight. We’re on for eight, right?” “Actually,… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter fifteen, part one
“Gah!” I woke up to find Banana sitting on the edge of my bed, watching me. She wasn’t making any sound or moving; she was just watching me. “Banana, honey. You scared me.” I smiled, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart. “Have you been up long?” I glanced at my clock and saw it… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter fourteen, part three
I flicked on the television, but I couldn’t concentrate. I knew no matter what he’d said that I’d fucked up. Even though he hadn’t screamed at me, I could feel the wall between us. Why the hell he was giving me another chance, I didn’t know. I was grateful, of course, but I wondered if… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter fourteen, part two
“Can I get some of that?” Matt asked sarcastically, pointing his chopsticks at the pork. I pretended to think it over before reluctantly handing him the platter. “Me, too, A-go,” Banana said, using the Taiwanese honorific for grandmother which my mother had taught to her. “Sure, Banana,” Mom beamed, grabbing the platter from Matt before… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter fourteen, part one
“Scar, I’m going over to Kayla’s after work. Wanna join me? Give me a call.” I found this note on the dining room table when I got up in the morning. No apology, no nothing. In a way, I was glad as the note was something Matt would normally write to me. I had to… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter thirteen, part three
We migrated to the living room where we hashed out everything we knew. We both thought that the club should be the center of our focus, but we differed on the most likely candidate. Matt insisted that Digger was involved, but that was his prejudice talking. I thought we needed to talk to the girls… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter thirteen, part two
I suggested coffee and moving to the living room. Martinez must have had similar thoughts to mine because he agreed with alacrity. I went into the kitchen to brew the coffee, insisting that he leave the dishes for later. I’d make Matt do them when he got home if I had to, but I wasn’t… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter thirteen, part one
The minute I got home, I got to work. First, however, I laughed at the bouquet of daffodils that Matt had left for me on the dining room table, wishing me luck with my date. He ended the note with a terse, ‘You were right’. I knew we’d have to talk about it, but I… Continue Reading