“I’m fine,” she gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck, settling deep into his lap as he pulled the covers over them. “You didn’t hurt me. You didn’t… I’m just… I’m… ”
He kissed the top of her head as she was overcome with a deep sob again, and then she laughed through her tears, looking up at him with more bewilderment and love than she’d ever felt for anyone or anything, sounding incredulous as the words spilled out: “I’m happy.”
He smiled softly, folding her against him completely. “That makes two of us.”
* * * *
Lindsey’s head was spinning, and she might not have even seen them if it hadn’t been for the cell phone Zach had insisted on buying for her sounding its “Coldplay” ringtone from her purse. She was practically skipping, planning a big, special dinner, and how she was going to tell him about the job interview at the recruiting office-she’d gotten it, all thanks to him, she was sure, and his bragging about her computer skills-and her subsequent registration at ITT Tech, where she would learn, at least more officially, how to do what she longed to on computers.
Although she felt a little guilty about all the money Zach had spent on her since she moved in, at least now she had both the possibility and opportunity to start paying her own way. The thought was both so exhilarating and scary she could barely contain it, and when the phone rang, she was sure it was Zach-who else had the number, after all? — and she was going to spill it all before she could make any more dreamy little plans.
She stopped on the street corner-the bus stop was just around it, anyway-and began to dig for the phone, letting people pass her as she searched. It stopped before she found it, and she swore, sifting through lipgloss and gum, hearing the sound indicating someone had left a message. She had her hand on the phone, finally, and that’s when she looked up and saw him.
They were building a book store across the street, a big steel two-story deal, lots of girders and mortar, and the construction was in full swing. There, standing half-behind an expanse of bright orange netting meant to keep the public out, she was sure, was one of the men who had raped her-not the one she’d labeled Smooth, the one with the easy, fluid voice, but the other one, Gritty, the one who had, she remembered and actually gagged standing there on the street corner, come in her mouth that night.
He was wearing a hard hat and writing something on a clipboard, his face slightly in shadow, but she knew him, would have known him anywhere. Then Smooth appeared behind him, and they faced each other, talking. Lindsey thought she might faint as she pressed herself back against the brick of the store behind her, looking for something solid to hold her up.
When the phone rang again in her hand, which was still half-buried in her purse, she startled and yanked it out, looking at the display. It was Zach. Oh, thank God. She flipped it open, pressed the phone to her ear, and whispered, “They’re right across the street.”
“Lindsey? Hello?”
Her voice was choked as she shrank against the building, praying they wouldn’t look over, wouldn’t see her, but she seemed unable to move. “Zach, I saw them. Both of them. The men who… who… ”
“Where are you?” He understood, she could tell.
“The corner of… ” She glanced up to be sure. “Woodward and Ten. They’re right across the street at the construction site. Right now. They’re just standing there talking-”
“I’m going to hang up and call the police. There’s a hardware store there on the corner, right?”
She looked behind her, seeing red brick, but she knew the area well enough-her back was against the outside wall of the hardware store. “Yeah.”
“Go inside. Tell them someone was bothering you, and the police are on their way. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. The police will probably be there before me.” He swore under his breath. “Do you hear me?”
“Yes,” she agreed, inching her way around the corner toward the hardware store door, feeling her way for the entrance. She couldn’t take her eyes off the two of them, both laughing at some joke now.
“Do exactly as I say,” he insisted. “I’ll call you back in two minutes.”
The line went dead. She slipped into the store, heart beating hard, breathing too fast, and she took a cart just to steady herself as she walked. It was more like five minutes before he called her back-she’d already told the first cashier she came to, a young girl with spiky black hair and a coiled tattoo on her neck, whose mascara-rimmed eyes grew wider and wider as Lindsey talked until she finally ran to get her manager.
The older man was more helpful, leading Lindsey to the back office, offering her a seat, bottled water. She accepted both, and was just taking a long drink when the phone rang again.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m in the store,” she said, smiling at the concerned-looking manager, who kept taking his wireless glasses off and wiping them on his shirt. “They’re nice. They let me wait in the office.”
“Good.” He sounded a little less tense. “I’m on my way. The police should be there in a few minutes. They’re sending an unmarked car. It was in the area.”
“Okay.” The thought of talking to the police made her stomach lurch and she closed her eyes, swallowing hard. “What… what are we going to do?”
“You’re going to tell them.”
She whimpered. “I want to go home.”
“I’ll be there to get you. Just a few more minutes, baby. I promise.”
“I feel like I’m falling.” She did. The world was spinning.
“You’ll want to put your head between your knees… ” The man with the glasses looked concerned.
“It’s okay,” Zach said, his voice choked. “I’ll catch you, remember?”
She looked up at the sound of someone in the doorway. “They’re here.”
“Tell them everything,” he insisted.
“Okay.” She looked at the man in uniform standing in the doorway and wondered if she could.
“I love you, Lindsey.”
“I love you, too.”
She looked up at the cop, opened her mouth, and told him everything.
It was from the back of the unmarked cruiser parked on the street that she identified them both. And a few moments later, Zach’s car pulled up behind them. The cop was suspicious when Zach knocked on the driver’s side window, but Lindsey’s relieved, “Zach! Oh, thank God!” was enough to convince him that it was safe to roll it down.
“Let me out!” Lindsey pulled on the door handle, locked from the inside.
The cop got out to talk to Zach, but left her inside, and the longer they stood there, the more panicked she felt. When the door finally opened, she flew into Zach’s arms and he held her tight as she trembled against him.
“Can we go home?” she whispered. “Can we go home now?”
“Yeah, he said we can go. Come on.” He put her in the car and slid into the driver’s side. Lindsey didn’t talk on the way, letting him hold her hand while he drove with the other.
But there was a message on the machine when they got home that made Lindsey curl into a fetal ball on the couch.
“I can’t,” she wailed as Zach knelt beside her, brushing the hair out of her face. “I can’t!”
“Yes you can.”
She tried to imagine it-like every bad Law and Order, standing behind two-way glass, facing them, knowing they couldn’t see you, but still…
“And you will. Come on.”
She thought of Brian and the games she had played leading up to that night. He hadn’t meant for it to happen that way, she knew it, but if she stood up and started pointing fingers, he would be in just as much trouble. That weighed on her, but the thought of the things she’d done, the way she’d dressed, acted, instigated, the men she’d let feel her up, fuck her, use her-she pulled the sofa pillow out from under her head and pressed it over her flushed face to hide it.
“You don’t understand,” she whispered, when Zach pulled the pillow away and made her face him. “It went all wrong that night, I know. It wasn’t supposed to… be like that. But I… I… ” She closed her eyes, unable to look into his. “I went there to meet them. I knew… I knew what could happen.”