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More often, he just cuts off the conversation and walks away.
Fortunately, I’ve gotten a bit of my angst out the two times I’ve seen Tell this week for… coffee. It’s never enough, though. We haven’t gotten there again, where I really want to go. I don’t want to force it, either.
Interruptions seem to be in ample supply whenever I see him, making it impossible to find the right time and place. Apparently, it's a busy season for info brokers and PIs, too. It really has me wondering if he knows about the ball, the Sinful.
The few times I’ve come close to asking, I backed down.
Maybe I don’t want to know if he knows or is involved with them.
Additionally, I feel bad for not telling him that I’m not only going to this huge gala event, but I’m planning it and performing at it. Frankly, I wouldn’t mind inviting him.
But Evan made me swear not to say a word to anyone. Not even Rachelle, who is supposed to be getting home tomorrow.
My phone rings as I'm on my way home, and I push the button on my car controller.
“Hey! I was just thinking about you!” I answer.
“Hi, sweetie. I'm getting back into town right now, a little early. Where are you?” Her voice still feels like home.
“I am heading back to Gavin's right now. To shower and pass the fuck out.”
“Easy, sailor! That sounds like a good idea. From the sound of things, you've been working pretty hard.”
“Unbelievably.”
“What are you up to tomorrow?” Any doubts I had about her knowing about the ball have flown out the window. She’s oblivious.
“My boss has… a really big meeting he wants me to sit in on. I don’t think I’ll be able to come see you until Sunday, if that's okay?”
“No worries, honey. I have so much to do the next couple of days, getting the house back in order, reestablishing our lives! I’m just glad to be home, all thanks to you.”
“And my fault to begin with.”
“But you’re past that and on to bigger and better things. If Gavin says we’re in the clear, I’m sure it’s fine. You’ll be home and back where you belong in no time.”
“You are infinitely awesome, Rachelle. I love you and I can’t wait to catch up.”
“Love you too, dear. I’ll see you Sunday.”
I'll have to keep the line drawn and carefully consider what I tell Rachelle. I usually tell her most everything, but that was before Evan and our work.
If she's removed from the situation, it keeps her safe. Safer, anyway.
Which is precisely what Gavin suggested. I need to keep things compartmentalized.
The same way he never presses me for details about the jobs I go to or the nature of what Evan does. And I don't press him for details about his gruesome work.
Not that I haven’t experienced it firsthand.
Even so, that wall coming down and our not discussing our work have made things around the house way more fun. We can be our most relaxed selves, aside from the physical limitations of his injury. Two weeks have helped a lot, and he’s healing nicely.
I know it’s driving him nuts that he can’t get back to work, even just in the garage fixing his truck or building something.
Speaking of fixing things…
Pulling into our driveway, I notice the new gate, the discrete fence leading off around the property in the distance.
“Dammit, Gav, you better not have done this yourself!” I grumble.
