She suddenly picks one up and moans. “Damn, I’m sorry Nathan. I was supposed to call you.” She points to one of the items on the list.
“What does it say?”
“Please contact Nathan right away and tell him I’m sorry I couldn’t call, but we’ll talk when I get back. Shit…she said to contact you right away. I had it in my head to tell you when you came up for Starbucks time. Sorry, I screwed up.”
I want to strangle her, but I stay as calm as possible. “Yeah, I was worried when I didn’t hear from her,” I admit. Of course, I can’t tell her that I’m far more worried now.
I should’ve never underestimated Arnold. The crafty bastard didn’t crawl to the top of his profession by being slow-witted. He obviously is not one to be outdone.
“Have you heard from her since that email?”
“No,” she says without hesitation. “But it’s a romantic getaway—I’m not expecting to.”
Damn, just kill me now and put me out of this misery. My Brooke is at a fancy resort with hairy back, being wined and dined, massaged and pampered. What does she get from me? Fumbling foot massages, paper cup drawings and In-N-Out. I don’t stand a chance and I’m starting to wonder why I ever thought I did. Before the despair fully kicks in I decide to make a quick exit. “Okay, thanks Morgan. If you hear anything else, will you let me know?”
She takes a sip of Brooke’s coffee, her fingers carelessly covering the Buzz drawing. I turn my head so I don’t have to watch.
“Sure, Nathan.”
I don’t even remember the walk back to my cube.
Once back at my animation desk I consider my options. I obsess on the idea of driving to this Bacara place. What I can’t figure out is what I would do once I get there…run into them casually at dinner? Yeah, I just happened to be in the area and heard the food here was really good. Would I spy on them by the pool while perched up in a tree? Probably not…with my luck I’d get flustered seeing Brooke in a bikini, and plummet to my death—or worse, survive only to face public humiliation via Mojo Jojo.
It’s not like Brooke was kidnapped. As much as I love the idea of saving her, I can’t break down the door to their suite, pull him off of her, beat him to a pulp and then carry her away in my arms. I do, however make a note to save this idea for future wanking fodder…especially the manly carrying her off in my arms part.
No, Brooke went of her own free will. Maybe she was even excited about it. He is her boyfriend after all. Romantic getaways sound like something girls really like. I’d like one too if it were with Brooke, even if there weren’t a comic convention involved.
I rest my face in my hands and lean over a really bad Bernie drawing.
Damn Nathan, this obsessing isn’t helping anything.
In desperation I grab my cell phone, and reach out to Curtis, hoping I catch him during one of those very brief periods where he isn’t completely distracted by Billie.
“Curtis,” I groan when he answers his phone.
“Hey dude, you sound like crap. What’s wrong with you?”
“Brooke’s been kidnapped,” I say, not hiding the devastation in my voice.
“What the fuck? Are you serious?”
I realize that wording may not have been wise. “Well actually, by her boyfriend. He suddenly took her to Santa Barbara for some mid-week romantic get-away.”
“Dude, do-not-do-that! I was getting amped up to go all Rambo and help you hunt down whoever kidnapped her.”
“I’m sorry. I just can’t handle this, Curtis. I don’t know what to do. Can we go get a beer or something?”
“I’m supposed to pick up Billie at her store soon to go get burgers. Why don’t you come?”
“I don’t want to mess up your date, but a female perspective might be helpful with this too.”
“Okay, I’ll call and warn her you’re coming. Why don’t you meet us at her shop at six-thirty.”
I rush to finish my work so that I can sneak out a little early. My favorite comic book store sounds like the most comforting place in the world to be right now.
When I pass through the doors I take a deep breath and feel instantly calmer now that I’m in one of my happy places. Billie is on the phone, so I wave to her and head over to the New Release section to check out the latest Thor issue. I’m several pages into the story when Billie comes up behind me.
“So Curtis says you’ve got it bad, Nathan.”
I sigh and put the book back on the rack before turning to her. “Yeah, Billie…real bad.”
“So he wasn’t toying with me? You really are in love with Brooke, and were doing this thing with Dani to stir things up?”
“Something like that,” I admit.
“That was sure stupid,” she says, matter-of-factly, her fists perched on her hips.
“Yeah, well, I never claimed to be good at this love stuff. I don’t know what I’m doing. It’s amazing I’ve gotten as far with her as I have.”
“Did you do it?” she asks, her eyes wide and disbelieving.
I look down, my cheeks burning. But I realize that I’m not going to get good advice unless I’m honest. “Yes, we did. And now she’s doing it with her boyfriend at some fancy resort.”
“Oh, bummer, dude.”
“I don’t even know now why she did it with me.”
“Shut up, Evans. I don’t want to hear you talking like that. You’re such a catch and you’re just too stupid to realize it. I used to think that your cluelessness was kind of charming, but now it’s getting old.”
Billie thinks I’m a catch? I scratch my head, bewildered.
“So how was the sex? Was it good?”
“I thought it was amazing.”
“Did she ask you to spend the night?”
I nod.
“Morning sex?”
“Yes,” I admit, embarrassed.
She folds her tattooed arms over her chest and tips her head up, like she’s calculating something.
“Here’s the deal. Brooke is falling for you, but it’s complicated.”
I blanch. It’s eerie she repeated Brooke’s exact word: complicated. I nod briskly, encouraging her to tell me more.
“Arnauld is her boss, and you’re making her realize that he doesn’t give her what she needs, but her life and work are built around him. He’s now realized what’s happening and he’s doing damage control to protect his assets. He’s probably brain-washing her as we speak.”
“Arggg,” I moan. “Yes, yes. He’s brainwashing her, that’s exactly what I’m afraid of. What do I do, Billie?”
Just then Curtis walks through the door and saunters over to us, pulling Billie into his arms.
“Hey bro,” he says as he holds her.
“You’ve got one brilliant girlfriend Curtis,” I tell him, gesturing towards Billie.
“Don’t I know it,” he laughs. “She’s sure as hell smarter than me.”
“Damn right,” she agrees, smiling.
We head over to Mo’s Café and over beers and burgers plot my strategy to pull Brooke out of Arnold’s web.
“Be chill when she gets back dude, don’t act like a crazy obsessed stalker cause that will turn her off for sure,” Curtis advises.
I turn to Billie. “Did you really mean what you said at the shop, that Brooke is falling for me?” I want to believe that so much it hurts.
Billie nods. “But you’ve got to let her figure this out on her own time. If you push her it will backfire.”
I take a swig of my beer and give myself a silent lecture to allow Brooke some space. As desperately as I want her back in my arms, I have to look toward the future. I have to be the together, loving person she would want to be with. Not the wound-up, desperately in love man, I really am.
• • •
The next day, when I step into the break room, there’s a crowd gathered around a large flier on the bulletin board.
“Par-tay! I know just what I’m going to wear!” Dani calls out. “Wait until you see how hot I’m going to look Saturday night.”
I catch Nick rolling his eyes, but I also see him fighting a smile.