Beyond Business. Elizabeth Harbison

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      Even in the dark of the car, he could tell her pale Irish skin had pinkened several shades. She tipped her head down—a gesture he’d seen her make a thousand times—so her veil of chestnut hair hid her face, at least from where he was sitting now.

      “I don’t know what to say, Evan.”

      “It’s a pretty standard compliment,” he said. “‘Thanks’ would do. Or nothing. Nothing would do, too.”

      She gave a half laugh. “Thanks.”

      He smiled to himself. A few weeks ago, he’d had no idea he’d ever see Meredith Waters again. Then, when he first did, their interaction had filled him with dread and residual adolescent awkwardness.

      But tonight something had changed.

      Or maybe something had clicked into place.

      Because until he’d gotten punched in the face, he’d thought he and Meredith were going to be these strange semiacquainted former lovers—until he left and she would thank the good Lord he was finally gone.

      Now … it was hard to describe. But now he felt like something inside him was complete again.

      Evan stayed lost in his thoughts as they drove through the familiar-yet-unfamiliar streets of his childhood. It was odd, but he still knew the timing exactly. Left on Travilia Road, left again onto Denton, bear right onto Farm Ridge, then turn left onto.

      Village Crest Avenue.

      Was he hallucinating?

      “Meredith, where are you going?” he asked, feeling the beginnings of alarm in his chest.

      “My house.”

      Well, yeah. Her house. Sure. He’d been there hundreds of times. He’d known the answer even before he asked the question. But the thing was, he knew it wasn’t her house anymore. She’d grown up, graduated from high school, graduated from college, moved on with her life.

      So clearly, either she meant something else or he was dreaming.

      For a crazy second he actually wondered what year it was. The song on the radio was an old one, so that didn’t help. The houses, well, they all looked the same. So that didn’t help, either.

      “Who’s the president?” he asked stupidly.

      “The president of what?”

      “The United States?”

       “What?”

      He swallowed. It was a dumb question. He wasn’t time traveling. She was just driving to her parents’ house for some reason that would make sense in a few minutes.

      Maybe she was driving him there because she didn’t want him to know where she really lived. Or maybe she felt as if she needed help. Hell, she might have just been afraid to be alone with him. The way he probably looked, he couldn’t blame her.

      But now she was looking at him with something more than concern. “Okay, that’s it, we need to go to the hospital now. I think you have a concussion.”

      “I don’t,” he said immediately, though of course he couldn’t be sure.

      “Then you’re crazy and in need of psychiatric help. Evan, you’re asking me who the president is!”

      “I know, I was kidding. Sort of. It’s just that I could swear you’re driving me to …” He didn’t finish his sentence. He didn’t have to. She’d pulled up right in front of it.

      Her parents’ house.

      Looking exactly as it had the last time he’d seen it, twelve and a half years ago.

      Prom night.

      The night he’d left Chicago and the girl of his heart, and thought it was for good.

      Chapter Ten

      When seeing Evan in the office, Meredith had managed to somehow separate her memories of him from the reality they were living today.

      But pulling up outside the house she’d lived in when she’d dated him in high school—a house she’d only been back in for a short time now—she felt as if she were time traveling.

      From the look on Evan’s pale face, he was clearly feeling the same thing.

      “I bought the place from my mother when she moved to Florida last year,” she explained.

      He looked relieved. “For a minute there, I thought I was going nuts.”

      She took the keys out of the ignition and said, “For a minute there, I thought you were going nuts, too.”

      “Thanks.”

      She loved his dry humor. “I should have put a Pixies CD on and asked how you did on your term paper,” she continued. “As long as we didn’t pass a Hummer or something, I probably could have had you going.”

      “You’re cute,” he said, getting out of the car. “Real cute.”

      “Uh-oh, I’ve been demoted.” She singled out her house key as they stepped onto the front porch. “A few minutes ago you said I was beautiful.”

      He pointed at his head. “I was injured. I didn’t know what I was saying.”

      “Ah.” She put the key in the lock and clicked it open. “Good excuse.”

      They stepped into the cool, air-conditioned foyer.

      Evan looked around as if he was in a time warp.

      “I know,” she said. “I have to redecorate. I just haven’t had time. You remember where the kitchen is?”

      He nodded. “Sure.”

      “Go on in and have a seat. I’ll run and get the first-aid kit, then meet you there.”

      She rushed upstairs on legs that were shaking. Evan looked bad. He looked really bad. And it was all her fault, she thought, scrambling into the bathroom and throwing the cabinet doors open. Her father had always told her she had to be way more careful walking around downtown Chicago. He’d warned her over and over again that she was too lax about things like personal safety.

      She, in turn, had told him he was paranoid, that she’d be fine and he just had to stop worrying so much.

      She pushed around in the cabinet, moving cleaning supplies, curlers, half-used bottles of shampoo, until she finally found the white plastic box with the red cross on the front. It was about a thousand years old, but she doubted anything in it had ever been opened.

      She grabbed a washcloth to clean Evan’s face, thought about the amount of blood, and put the washcloth down in favor of a full-size bath towel.

      Thus armed, she hurried back downstairs to the kitchen, where Evan was СКАЧАТЬ