known him for less than forty-eight hours and already I’d seen how he looked when he came, tasted his cooking, had my ass handed to me playing Dance Dance Revolution, and now I was going to practically be living with him.
I let Alex take me to dinner, too.
It was hard to eat while laughing, and he wasn’t giving me much chance to do anything else. Alex had stories, and if I could tell that many of them were exaggerated for effect, it was also easy to believe them. He’d been all over, done so much, that I felt like a real country mouse beside him.
“What is your story, really?” I said over slices of cheesecake and mugs of espresso. “How’d you make it here from Japan?”
“I came from Holland, actually. Before that I was in Singapore. Went to Scotland, too.”
I made a face. “Smart-ass. You didn’t come to Central PA just to visit Patrick?”
“Well…” Alex shrugged. “He invited me, for one thing, and it was on my way back home. Plus I had a lead on this consulting gig. It all worked out.”
“Where’s home?”
“I’m from Ohio. Sandusky.”
“Cedar Point!” I said. “I’ve been there.”
“Yeah. That’s the place.” Alex drank some espresso and leaned back in the booth. He still wore the long scarf, though his peacoat was scrunched in a pile by his side. “I thought I’d get back there for the holidays, but it looks like I’ll be staying here instead.”
“How come?”
This time Alex did more than glance at me. He gave me the full weight of his gaze. “I haven’t been back in a long time. Sometimes, the longer you stay away from something the harder it is to go back there.”
I knew that already. “Yeah. I guess you’re right. So…you don’t get along with your family?”
A pause, a breath. He raised a brow.
“Too personal?” I asked.
“No. Just not sure how to answer.”
“You don’t have to,” I said.
He shook his head. “No, it’s okay. Have you heard the expression ‘home is the place where they have to take you in’? Or whatever it is?”
“Of course.” I licked the tines of my fork and then dragged it through the chocolate syrup on my plate.
“Well, let’s just say I’m more of a ‘you can never go home again’ type of guy.”
“Wow. That’s too bad.”
“Yeah. I guess so. I used to not get along with my family at all. My dad was…” Alex hesitated again, then kept going before I could tell him once more he didn’t have to speak. “He’s an asshole. I was going to say he was an asshole, but I guess he still is. He doesn’t drink anymore, but he’s kind of an ass, anyway. I think that’s just who he is.”
I sipped at the last of my coffee. “But?”
“But he’s trying. I guess. Not that I think my dad and I are ever going to go on that big father-son fishing trip or anything,” he added.
“You never know.”
“I know,” Alex said pointedly. “But at least he talks to me when I call home. And he cashes the checks I send. Well, hell, he always did that.”
Alex laughed. I laughed a second later, thinking I should feel a little awkward about this sharing but…not.
“People change,” I said.
“Everything changes.” Alex shrugged and looked away. “Shit happens. Anyway, I’d been working overseas for a long time. Sold my company a few years ago and wasn’t doing a whole lot. I went back home for the summer and…fuck.”
A harsh word, a little out of place for the circumstances. It put me on the edge of my seat. It sounded good, coming from him, as if he said it a lot. He must’ve been keeping himself in line until now. I liked thinking he might be letting go.
“Let’s just say I remembered all the reasons I’d left home in the first place.” He flicked his bangs from his face with a practiced jerk. “Anyway, I got some offers to do some consulting, got a start with a new company. Traveled for a while, went back overseas. Worked for a while in Japan. That’s where I met Patrick. But the job ended and I had to go somewhere. Thought I’d travel around my homeland instead of being a stranger in a strange land.”
“I love that book.”
He looked at me. “Me, too.”
“So, what, you’re not working at all? Just going wherever you want, whenever?”
“Sleeping on a series of couches.” Alex paused to bite some cheesecake. “I’m sort of a professional houseguest.”
“That sounds…” I laughed.
He laughed, too. “Shitty?”
“Sort of.”
He shrugged. “I’m good at making a pain of myself by abusing hospitality.”
“I don’t see that about you at all.” I thought of how he’d moved around Patrick’s kitchen, making himself at home, but not overstepping. “Besides, people wouldn’t invite you to stay if they didn’t like you.”
Alex dragged his fork through the cheesecake and kept his gaze there. “Sure. I guess so. But now I don’t have to worry about it anymore, right?”
Warmth eased over my cheeks at that, and I couldn’t keep my smile tucked away. “I guess not. I’ve got your first and last in my pocket, and it’s pretty much already spent.”
“I guess you’re not treating for dinner, then.” He reached to jab his fork through the last bite of my cheesecake, and while I might’ve stabbed out the eyes of anyone else who dared do such a thing, I could only laugh at him.
“No way. You invited me.”
I don’t think it’s possible to know someone in just a couple days, a few hours. I didn’t believe I knew him then, no matter what I’d seen or said. But at that moment, I believed I could know him. More than that, I believed I wanted to.
“That’s right, I did. The person who asks should always pay for the date.”
He looked up at me with those dark eyes, that soft, smirking mouth, and I once again found myself without words and wondering how he managed to strike me so stupid with nothing but a glance.
“C’mon,” Alex said as he got up from the table. “Let’s get out of here.”
And I followed.
The first clue I had that Alex had actually moved in was the different car in my parking lot.
