Release Me

almost an hour.
    I exhale, bemused and frustrated.
    Edward opens the door for me, reminds me to be ready at six, and then gets back behind the wheel. He doesn’t drive off, though, and I realize he’s waiting for me to safely make it to my door. I stomp up the stairs, jam my key in the lock, and shove thedoor open—and am immediately confronted by the sight of a high-quality tote bag with
Third Street Promenade
silk-screened on the side, along with the logo for a local street fair. I know, of course, who sent it, but I can’t imagine how he pulled it together so fast.
    “It just came for you,” a male voice says, and in the split second before I recognize that it’s Ollie, I jump. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He gets up from the armchair tucked in the far corner of the living room and comes toward me. I notice he’s barefoot. He’s left a magazine in the chair—
Elle
. Apparently he’s been reduced to reading my and Jamie’s coffee table fare.
    “Just came?” I say.
    “About five minutes ago. I put it on the table for you. It doesn’t weigh a thing.”
    I’ve crossed to the table while he was talking, and I immediately see why it’s so light. It’s filled with nothing but crumpled tissue paper. On top is an envelope. I break the seal and pull out a card with words written in ornate calligraphy:
I am jealous of your time away from me. I owe you a shopping trip. D.S
.
    My smile is as refreshing as a cool breeze. Somehow, he always knows the right thing to say—and manages to say it with incredibly efficiency. Once again, I can’t help but wonder how he got this to me so fast. The man must have staff all over the city.
    I slide the card back into the envelope and tuck it back into the tissue paper; I don’t want Ollie to see.
    “Who’s it from?” he asks.
    “Long story,” I answer, then change the subject. “So what happened to you yesterday? Jamie said she invited you over.”
    “Yeah, well, you know. I had stuff to do around the house, and then Courtney came back early from the conference, so we did the engaged-couple-hang-out thing.”
    “What’s she doing today?”
    “Work,” he says. “Same old, same old.”
    “Right.” I put my bags down on the table and go into thekitchen for a bottle of water. As I’m taking a long swallow—I’m parched from alcohol and altitude—I realize what’s wrong with Ollie’s statement. “Why is she at work and you’re not?” I ask as I head back into the living area.
    “Deposition ended earlier than I expected,” he says. “So I decided to come hang here.”
    “That’s great. You didn’t come to see me, did you? Sorry I wasn’t here. Starting tomorrow, though, you might actually find me at home during the day.” It’s a hefty hint, but he doesn’t take it.
    “No, I popped by to see Jamie. You know, to make up for blowing off her invitation yesterday.”
    “Cool.” I flop down on the couch next to him. “So where is she, anyway?”
    “Um, the bathroom. She’s taking a shower. I think she’s going out in a bit. I told her I’d hang out for a while and watch some screen, but now I think I’m getting hungry.” He stands. “Why don’t we go grab something?”
    I shake my head. “I’m stuffed. You go on.”
    “At least come sit with me. I’m just going around the corner to the Daily Grill.”
    He’s already at the door. For someone who was casually vegging a moment ago, he’s certainly eager to get food. “Do you want me to make you something? We have a ton of leftover pizza.”
    “Nah. I’m craving their burger. You coming?” He has the door open now.
    I think about the camera and the pictures I want to dump into Photoshop. And then I think that Ollie is one of my best friends. “Sure,” I say. “Just give me a sec.”
    I grab my sack and head toward my bedroom, but I pause long enough to tap on the bathroom door.
    “Don’t be coy,” Jamie says. “Just come on in.”
    The shower’s running, but Jamie’s voice is clear, and I imagineshe’s probably got her leg propped up on the toilet seat as she shaves. Since we haven’t been shy with each other since ninth grade, I open the door. I’m not at all surprised to see her leg slathered with shaving cream. I am surprised by the expression on her face. It’s one of complete and total shock.
    Everything clicks into place.
    “Hey, Nik! Why are you home in the middle of the day?”
    “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I snap. “He’s