The Great Escape

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“When do you think you’ll be done?”
    “I’m … not sure.”
    “Let me talk to her!” Tracy shrieked in the background.
    Nealy said, “We had no idea you were so unhappy.”
    “I wasn’t. You can’t think that. It’s just—I can’t explain.”
    “I wish you’d try.”
    “Let me have the phone!” Tracy cried.
    “Promise you’ll stay in touch,” her mother said. “And promise you’ll call your grandfather.”
    Before Lucy could promise anything, Tracy grabbed the phone. “Why haven’t you called me? This is all Meg’s fault. I hate her. You should never have listened to what she said. She’s jealous because you were getting married and she wasn’t.”
    “Trace, I know I disappointed you, but this isn’t Meg’s fault.”
    Her baby sister Button had turned into a volcano of eighteen-year-old outrage. “How can you love somebody one minute and then not love them the next?”
    “It wasn’t exactly like that.”
    “You’re being selfish. And stupid.”
    “I’m sorry I hurt you.” Before she lost her courage, she needed to get the rest of this over with. “Put the others on, will you?”
    In the next ten minutes, she learned that Andre still talked on the phone to Ted, that Holly was auditioning for a part in a play, and that Charlotte had mastered “Drunken Sailor” on the guitar. Each conversation was more painful than the last. Only after she’d hung up did it register that all three of them had posed the question her parents had never raised.
    “ Lucy, where are you? ”
    Panda came up behind her on the deck and took the phone before she could check his call log. Was he in touch with the tabloids or not? He disappeared back inside, and when she finally went in herself, he was watching a baseball game. “I need to make another call,” she said.
    He studied her. “Phone’s been acting up lately. Give me the number and I’ll put it in for you.”
    “I can handle it.”
    “It’s temperamental.”
    She had to stop playing games. “I want to see your phone.”
    “I know.”
    “If you don’t have anything to hide, you’ll let me look at it.”
    “Who says I don’t have anything to hide?”
    He was enjoying himself, and she didn’t like it. “You know everything about me, but I don’t know any more about you than I did eleven days ago. I don’t even know your real name.”
    “Simpson. Bart.”
    “Afraid I’ll see the National Enquirer on your speed dial?”
    “You won’t.”
    “One of the other tabloids, then? Or did you contact the legitimate press?”
    “Do you really think somebody like me is going to cozy up to the press?”
    “Maybe. I’m a lucrative meal ticket.”
    He shrugged, extended his leg, and pulled his phone from his pocket. “Knock yourself out.”
    The fact that he was giving up the phone told her she wouldn’t discover any secrets, and she was right. The only call on his log was the one she’d just made. She flipped the phone back to him.
    As she walked away, his voice drifted toward her, quiet and a little gruff. “I see you as a lot of things, but a meal ticket isn’t one of them.”
    She didn’t know what he meant by that, so she pretended not to hear.
    P ANDA ABANDONED THE BASEBALL GAME he hadn’t been watching and moved back out to the deck. It was time to have a serious talk with himself. As if he hadn’t been doing that for almost two weeks.
    Be the best at what you’re good at. That had always been his motto. Be the best at what you’re good at and stay away from what you’re not. At the top of that list? Emotional crap.
    But being closed up with her like this would drive any man nuts. Those shorts and T-shirts made her look like a damned fifteen-year-old, which should have turned his stomach but didn’t because she wasn’t fifteen.
    He was trapped with his arousal, his resentment, his fear. He gazed out into the night, trying not to give into them. Failing.
    L UCY STUDIED THE CURLING WALLPAPER in her bedroom. They were

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