distinctly caught the edge in her voice. “What is it?”
“Nothing,” Mallory protested. “I just said I was happy for you.”
“There’s a but coming…” Keira said.
“No, there isn’t.”
“Yes, there is. Mom, I’ve been your daughter for twenty-eight years. I know when there’s a but coming.”
Mallory sighed. “Fine. I was going to say, ‘But what about Christmas?’”
“Ohh,” Keira said, relieved. She’d thought Mallory was going to make some comment about how Keira would fail her assignment, how she was always destined to fall for the wrong man, never marry, never make her a grandma, all that stuff. With a chuckle, Keira assured her, “I’ll be back for Christmas.”
“So it’s only a short trip this time?”
“Just over two weeks. You have nothing to worry about. I’ll be there dutifully on Christmas Eve like always.”
“Good,” Mallory replied. “So back to my question. What is the difference between a cortado and a flat-white?”
Keira laughed. “Bye, Mom. I love you.”
She ended the call and went about packing her case. She piled inside of it all her warmest clothing, sweaters and scarves, extra-thick socks and thermal-lined leggings. Then she added her makeup bag, toiletries, some waterproof boots, and a fresh supply of notebooks and pens.
The door opened then, and she heard Bryn call out, “I’m home!”
Keira jumped up and ran to meet her sister.
“Guess what?” she exclaimed, as Bryn flung her keys into the bowl by the door and kicked off her shoes.
Her sister looked up. “What?”
“I’m going to Scandinavia! On a cruise ship!”
Bryn’s eyes widened. “Really? Wow! That’s awesome.”
“And I don’t have to fall in love with anyone either.”
“Oh good. That’s exactly what you need.”
She seemed genuinely thrilled for Keira, and again Keira saw a more mature side to her sister, as if the edges of her competitiveness had begun to soften.
“But what about your apartment?” Bryn asked. “Won’t there be a lease to sign before you leave?”
“Good point,” Keira said, feeling reality bring her back down from her fantasy land. “I’ll have to call the real estate agent now and arrange it.”
She went into the bedroom and fetched her cell phone, then called the number. The real estate agent answered in her raspy smoker’s voice and Keira instantly recalled her fuchsia-pink suit.
“Kid, I was about to call you,” she said. “I need you to make an appointment to come in and sign the lease.”
Keira laughed. “That’s exactly what I was calling for. I’ve got to go abroad for work, for fifteen days. So I’ll have to get the paperwork signed before I go, or it will have to wait until I get back.”
The agent sighed loudly. “Kid, you’re killing me. You’re telling me I’ve got to drop everything so I can get it sorted out for you? I usually need a week to get the paperwork arranged.”
Keira felt her heart sink. She felt terrible for being an imposition, but at the same time the real estate agent was being pretty rude, making it seem like her simple request was completely unacceptable. “Maybe it would be easier to wait until I’m back, in that case?” she suggested. Then she added, slightly sarcastically, “I’d hate to put you out.”
“I can speak to the landlord,” the woman replied with a huge sigh. “See what he thinks. But I know he wanted to move fast with this and if you’re dragging your heels…”
Keira grew even more frustrated. “I can come in now and sign the paperwork. But you said it would take a week to prepare. But fifteen days is too slow? Seems like you have a pretty inflexible schedule.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Keira felt shocked with herself. It wasn’t often that she was so outspoken. But if it all fell through, what were the chances of her finding another apartment like that one? The only reason she’d been able to afford the rent in the first place was because of the small bedroom. But there must be other short people out there who’d snap it up while she was away! To lose it now would be too cruel a twist of fate.
“Fine,” the agent said. “I’ll bust my balls to get everything ready in time for your trip abroad.” Her voice dripped with disdain.
Through gritted teeth, Keira muttered, “Thank you.”
She ended the call, stressed by the conversation. Then she became acutely aware of voices coming from the living area of Bryn’s apartment. Someone was there. She peered out the bedroom door.
Keira’s mouth dropped open. There, standing in Bryn’s kitchen, was Zach. His nose was still bandaged from when Cristiano had broken it, and faded bruises were still visible beneath his eyes.
Bryn, with folded arms, was glaring at him with her fiercest overprotective-sister expression.
“She’s not going to want to see you,” Keira heard her say.
The bedroom door creaked then, and Zach and Bryn looked over at her. Sheepishly, Keira came into the living room.
“Zach,” she said, meekly. “What are you doing here?”
He smiled at the sight of her, though his features were mostly obscured by the bandages. “What, no hug?”
Keira stood still. There would definitely be no hug for her ex-boyfriend, especially after the tricks he’d played in France and how rude he’d been with withholding her money. Bryn rolled her eyes in disdain.
Zachary let his arms drop. “Right,” he said stiffly. “Look, I won’t take up too much of your time. I just wanted to give you this.”
Keira watched him produce something from his pocket. A slip of paper, the same size and shape as a check. She wouldn’t let herself believe that it was one, though. He handed it to her.
“What is it?” she said, still not believing.
“Your half of the deposit,” he explained. Then he sighed, sounding a little strained. “Look, I spoke to my cousin, told him it wasn’t fair to take that money off you. So he agreed to give your portion back.”
“Really?” Keira said, her eyebrows rising. Finally, she took the paper and turned it in her hands so that it was the right way up. It was, indeed, the full portion of her contribution to the deposit. She looked up again at Zach. “Wow. Thank you. I really appreciate this.”
Bryn scoffed. She clearly thought Keira was being too soft on Zach. Keira herself admitted she probably was. But it was just her way. She wasn’t one to hold grudges. Once a wrong had been righted, there didn’t seem much point in doing so. Just a whole lot of wasted energy. Like Bryn and Maxine; no one had any clue how that animosity had started but neither was
