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“So no, I won’t stay with you, Trystan. But I do hope you’ll come with me.”
She didn’t give him a chance to reply, knowing he would need time to ruminate over her words, and she turned on her heel to walk out of the room.
Iris was pretty busy for the rest of the day. She booked a flight home in two days’ time and made a reservation at a hotel in George, close to the airport, for the next night. She also called the rental company about a new car and arranged for a taxi to pick her up and take her to the rental shop in town. She sent her parents and flatmates the news that she’d be home soon. She didn’t see Trystan at all. She’d missed the walk with him and Luna and felt a pang of loss at the thought of this possibly having been her last opportunity to walk with them. She blinked back tears at the thought, and refocused on packing her bags. She had so much crap scattered all over the house.
She and Trystan had been sharing a room since the first night they’d made love and that’s where most of her stuff was. After she packed her bags, she moved them to the guest room that she hadn’t occupied in nearly ten days. Something told her she’d be sleeping there tonight.
Trystan remained elusive, but Luna started following her around, as if sensing that she was going somewhere. In the end, Iris simply curled up on the sofa in the solarium while Luna rested her heavy head on Iris’s lap.
She stroked the dog’s big, shaggy head, crying silently as she did so.
“I’m going to miss you so much, girl. You’ve been the best, goodest girl. Take care of your dad for me when I’m gone, okay? Keep him out of the sads. That’s your job, okay?”
She wrapped her arms around the dog’s neck and hugged her close, taking comfort in her solid strength and lovely doggy smell.
Eventually Iris got hungry and padded toward the kitchen, hoping to find him there, ready for dinner. But the kitchen was empty and cold. Iris made herself a quick sandwich and ate it standing at the counter.
It was nearly nine when she walked toward his bedroom door. It was closed and there was no light shining from beneath it. Iris exhaled on a shuddering sigh and with slumped shoulders walked toward her own room.
That night was the first in a long time that she spent alone, and she wept into her pillow before finally falling asleep.
“Good morning,” Trystan greeted the following day when Iris walked into the kitchen at nine a.m. Her taxi would be there in an hour, and she had time for a quick bite and one last stroll to the lake before she had to leave.
“Morning,” she muttered, avoiding his eyes. Hers were swollen from the tears she’d shed last night, and she’d rather he not see that.
“Iris,” his tone was admonishing, and she knew it was because she refused to look at him, but she didn’t give a damn. He’d put her through hell last night with his cold-shoulder treatment just because she’d had the gall to lay out her own terms for their relationship, and now he wanted to play nice again?
She shoved a couple of slices of bread in the toaster and tapped her nails impatiently against the marble countertop while she waited for it to pop. She buttered it and smeared it with strawberry jam before grabbing a mug of coffee and sitting at the island to eat, instead of at the banquette with him, as she’d done on so many other mornings.
She heard his deep sigh from behind her, but ignored him.
“You’re mad at me.”
“Ya think?” she muttered beneath her breath.
“I know.” His deep voice came from directly behind her and she yelped in shock and nearly choked on her toast.
“God, you scared me! Was it necessary to sneak up on me?” she seethed, turning toward him to blister him with a look.
“I didn’t sneak You were so focused on ignoring me, you simply didn’t notice me coming up behind you.”
“I have to finish my breakfast. My taxi will be here in forty minutes.”
“It won’t. I cancelled it,” he said, and she gaped at him.
“What? How could you even do that? How did you know which taxi company I contacted.”
“There’s only one in town.”
“But why would you… Is this your way of trying to keep me here against my will?”
“Jesus, no, not at all. I made other arrangements. A taxi wasn’t needed.”
“I don’t need you to make my arrangements for me.”
“Iris, I was making the arrangements for us.”
“Wait. What?”
