Blue Smoke

me.”
    “How much worse?”
    “I have to make a call.” She drew out her phone. “This is going to take a little longer than I planned. Is it okay if I get one of those?” she asked, nodding toward his Coke.
    “Go ahead.”
    “O’Donnell?” She rose as she spoke. “I’m going to be another half hour. Running a little behind.” She opened the fridge. There were Diet Pepsis mixed in with his Classic Cokes. Ones she knew Bo had bought for her.
    Tears stung again, made her feel ridiculous.
    “No, I won’t. See you in thirty.”
    She disconnected, sat again. Opening the can, she looked at Bo. “A few years ago, I was seeing someone. We’d been seeing each other, exclusively, for a few months. Closer to four, I guess. He wasn’t my usual type. A little slick, a lot demanding. I wanted a change, and he was it. Status type, drove a Mercedes, wore Italian suits, drank the right wines. We saw a lot of movies with subtitles that I’m dead sure he didn’t enjoy any more than I did. I liked being with him because I got to be a girl.”
    “And other times you’re what? A poodle?”
    “Girly,” she corrected. “Fussy female, accommodating.” She shrugged a little, and still felt silly about it. “Change of pace for me. I let him pick the restaurants, make the plans. It was a brief relief. In my line you’ve got to be on your toes, and you can’t be girly. You’ve got to see a lot of things, do a lot of things . . . Well. Maybe I wanted the contrast.”

    “Can we pause it here? You think this guy’s the one who’s been calling you?”
    “No. It’s not impossible, but no, I don’t. He’s a financial planner who got a manicure twice a month. He lives in New York now. In any case, he was beginning to get under my skin some. I let it slide because . . . I’m not entirely sure, and it doesn’t matter. The night I caught my first case as a detective with the unit we had a little argument. He hit me.”
    “Whoa.” Bo set his can on the table. “What?”
    “Wait.” Get it all out, she told herself. The whole humiliating ball of it. “I thought it was an accident, which is what he claimed. It was one of those dramatic moving around, gesturing, and I moved toward him from behind, his hand came back. It could’ve been an accident, and I accepted it as such. Until the next time.”
    There were no sleepy mists in his eyes now. They were pure, hard green. “He hit you again.”
    “This was different. He made these elaborate dinner plans, and I was clueless. Fancy French place, champagne, flowers, the works. He tells me he’s been promoted. And transferring to New York. I’m happy for him—it’s kind of a jolt, but what are you going to do? Plus . . .”
    She paused, sighed out a breath. “Plus, some part of me was thinking, Boy, this sure makes it easy on me. No dramatic breakup scene.”
    “And you say that with guilt because?”
    “It seems cold, I guess. Hey, the boyfriend I’m getting a little tired of is moving out of state. Lucky me! But while I’m trying to pretend I’m not a little relieved, he says he wants me to go to New York with him, and even then it takes me a few minutes to get he means move there. That’s not going to happen, and I’m trying to tell him why I can’t. Won’t.”
    “Okay, the guy you’ve been seeing a few months wants you to pull up stakes, leave your home, your family, your job because he gets a transfer.” He drank with one hand, jabbed a finger at her with the other. “See, I told you there was life beyond our big blue ball. Obviously this guy was spawned on Planet No Way In Hell.”
    It made her laugh a little. “Well, it gets worse. Suddenly he’s flashingthis meteor-sized diamond ring, telling me we’re getting married, moving to New York.”
    She closed her eyes because the sensations she’d experienced then came right back. “I’m sucker punched, I swear. This came out of nowhere for me, and while I’m trying to tell him thanks but no thanks, the waiter’s bringing champagne over, people are applauding, and the damn ring’s on my finger.”
    “Ambush.”
    “Yeah.” She blew out a breath, grateful he understood. “I couldn’t get into it there, in front of the whole damn restaurant, so I waited until we got back to my place. Let’s say he didn’t take it well. He blasted me good. I’d humiliated him, lying bitch, stupid and blah blah. I stopped feeling sorry for him and blasted back. And he nailed me. Said he was