Entwined With You

the dinner on Thursday, suggesting that she come over with a beauty crew and we could get dolled up together.
    When I reached my desk, I texted her back, letting her know I loved the idea, but time would be tight, since I wouldn’t be getting off work until five.
    I was settling in for the day when Will stopped by.
    “Got plans for lunch?” he asked, looking cute in a plaid shirt only he could pull off so well and a solid navy tie.
    “Not another carb feast, please. My butt can’t take it.”
    “No.” He grinned. “Natalie’s past the brutal phase of her diet, so it’s getting better. I was thinking a soup and salad bar.”
    I smiled. “I’m game for that. Want to see if Megumi wants to come?”
    “She’s not here today.”
    “Oh? Is she sick?”
    “Don’t know. I only heard about it because I was the one who had to call the temp agency for someone to cover for her.”
    I sat back with a frown. “I’ll give her a call on my break and see how she’s feeling.”
    “Tell her I said hi.” He drummed a beat on the top of my cubicle wall and headed off.
    T HE rest of the day passed in a blur. I left a message for Megumi on my break, then tried to reach her again after work as Clancy drove me toBrooklyn for my Krav Maga class. “Have Lacey call me back if you’re feeling too sick,” I said in my voice mail message. “I just want to know you’re okay.”
    I killed the call, then sat back and appreciated the grandeur of the Brooklyn Bridge. Going through the massive stone arches soaring over the East River always felt like traveling to a different world. Below, the waterway was dotted with commuter ferries and a lone sailboat heading out into the busy New York harbor.
    We reached the long off-ramp in less than a minute and I turned my attention back to my phone.
    I called Martin.
    “Eva,” he answered cheerfully, clearly recognizing my number from his contact list. “I’m glad to hear from you.”
    “How are you?”
    “I’m good. You?”
    “Hanging in there. We should get together sometime.” I smiled at a cop who was artfully directing traffic at the hugely complicated intersection on the Brooklyn side. She kept things moving with a whistle between her teeth and fluid hand gestures that had serious sass to them. “We could grab a drink after work or double-date for dinner.”
    “I’d like that. Are you seeing someone in particular?”
    “Gideon and I are working things out.”
    “Gideon Cross? Well, if anyone can hook him, it’d be you.”
    I laughed and wished I had my ring on. I didn’t wear it around during the day the way Gideon wore his. He didn’t care who knew he was taken or by whom, but I still had everyone in my life to tell. “Thanks for the vote of confidence. What about you? You seeing anyone?”
    “Lacey and I are dabbling. I like her. She’s a lot of fun.”
    “That’s great. I’m glad to hear it. Listen, if you talk to her today, can you ask her to let me know how Megumi’s doing? She’s out sick and I just want to make sure she’s all right and doesn’t need anything.”
    “Sure thing.” The receiver filled with a sudden rush of noise, theunmistakable sound of him stepping outside. “Lacey’s out of town, but she’s supposed to give me a call tonight.”
    “Thank you. I appreciate it. You’re on the move, so I’ll let you go. Let’s plan on getting together next week and we’ll work out the details in the next couple of days.”
    “Sounds good. I’m glad you called.”
    I smiled. “Me, too.”
    We hung up and because I felt like reaching out, I sent a text to Shawna and another to Brett. Just quick hellos with smiley faces.
    When I looked up, I caught Clancy looking at me in the rearview mirror.
    “How’s Mom?” I asked.
    “She’ll be fine,” he said, in his usual no-nonsense way.
    I nodded and looked out the window, catching sight of a gleaming steel bus stop shelter displaying Cary’s billboard. “Family is so hard sometimes, you know.”
    “I know.”
    “You have any brothers or sisters, Clancy?”
    “One of each.”
    What were they like? Were they tough as nails and deadly like Clancy? Or was he the black sheep? “Are you close, if you don’t mind my asking?”
    “We’re tight. My sister lives out of state, so I don’t see her much, but we talk on the phone once a week at least. My brother’s in New York, so we catch up more often.”
    “Cool.” I tried to picture a relaxed Clancy tossing back beers with someone who