wasn’t
exactly the strongest. So I stood there and listened discreetly. Unfortunately,
I couldn’t hear their whole conversation. The only words I had heard were,
“Tell Lucky what’s going on” and my heart started beating like crazy. And then
I started to feel angry; Zane was still shutting me out. After everything that
had happened with Braydon, he still didn’t trust me. And I still didn’t know
what the stalking thing was all about. I’d been very surprised when he asked me
call Leeza. But maybe it had been a trick. Maybe he was tapping her phone as
well, and knew what she was doing too. Maybe he knew she couldn’t answer.
I
shook my head at my own thoughts. Stop
being crazy, Lucky . I told myself over and over again. He’s not tapping your
phone, and he’s certainly not tapping Leeza’s phone. I felt like I was going
crazy and wondered if I wasn’t just plain crazy. I was crazy for all of it. I
mean, really, what sane woman would up and leave college and move to another
state with a guy she barely knew? But you
knew him for three months , a voice whispered. Maybe you weren’t dating him and maybe you weren’t bosom buddies, but
you got to know him. Three months is a long time. People get married after three
months. You just moved for a job. Don’t be so hard on yourself .
I
stood there debating in my head for another couple of minutes before I realized
that I still had no clue what to serve for dessert. I quickly opened the
freezer and saw a frozen apple pie and some ice cream. Bingo! I pulled the pie
out and preheated the oven quickly. Who could say no to apple pie and ice
cream?
As
I stood there waiting for the oven to preheat, I realized that this couldn’t go
on any longer. Zane and I needed to talk. Everything was all over the place—we
were both all over the place. It wasn’t healthy and it wasn’t a great way for a
relationship to begin. Not if it was going to be a relationship that lasts the
long haul. We were like two birds with broken wings that couldn’t fly, living
in the same nest. We trusted each other a little bit, but not enough to leave
the nest to go and get food. And if we continued in this vein of not leaving
the nest, one of us was going to starve. And I didn’t want to starve, and I
knew Zane didn’t want to starve either. And now I had another concern: What if
I was pregnant? I couldn’t bring a baby into a situation like this. But I also
knew I couldn’t do it by myself. There were so many unanswered questions, and I
knew it was time to be a grown-up and start asking them.
I
peeked into the dining room again and saw that Zane and Leo were still talking
animatedly. I was surprised to see that it was Leo who looked upset and angry
and not Zane. Why was Leo upset? Maybe Zane had accused him of trying to flirt
with me and he was sticking up for himself? Who knew? I couldn’t keep up with
Zane and his moods. I wanted to go into the dining room and ask him what they
had been talking about, but I decided to call Leeza first. I grabbed my phone
and tried calling her again. I was really hoping to find out what she had been
trying to tell me before I had a conversation with Zane.
“Lucky?”
Leeza’s voice was airy and I frowned. How could she sound so happy and carefree
when she had just been trying to tell me that my boyfriend was a stalker?
“Yes,”
I whispered.
“Why
are you whispering?” Leeza asked, confused.
“Because
I don’t want Zane to know I’m on the phone.” My voice was exasperated.
Sometimes Leeza just didn’t have a clue. “Now hurry up and tell me what you
were trying to say before. I don’t have all day.”
“Before?”
Leeza giggled and I heard a guy in the background. “I’m kind of busy, Lucky,
can we talk later?”
“No,”
I hissed, my facegrowing red with anger. “You
made it sound really important, so I want to know exactly what you were talking
about.”
“Oh.”
She sighed and I heard her whispering. “I’ll be right
exactly the strongest. So I stood there and listened discreetly. Unfortunately,
I couldn’t hear their whole conversation. The only words I had heard were,
“Tell Lucky what’s going on” and my heart started beating like crazy. And then
I started to feel angry; Zane was still shutting me out. After everything that
had happened with Braydon, he still didn’t trust me. And I still didn’t know
what the stalking thing was all about. I’d been very surprised when he asked me
call Leeza. But maybe it had been a trick. Maybe he was tapping her phone as
well, and knew what she was doing too. Maybe he knew she couldn’t answer.
I
shook my head at my own thoughts. Stop
being crazy, Lucky . I told myself over and over again. He’s not tapping your
phone, and he’s certainly not tapping Leeza’s phone. I felt like I was going
crazy and wondered if I wasn’t just plain crazy. I was crazy for all of it. I
mean, really, what sane woman would up and leave college and move to another
state with a guy she barely knew? But you
knew him for three months , a voice whispered. Maybe you weren’t dating him and maybe you weren’t bosom buddies, but
you got to know him. Three months is a long time. People get married after three
months. You just moved for a job. Don’t be so hard on yourself .
I
stood there debating in my head for another couple of minutes before I realized
that I still had no clue what to serve for dessert. I quickly opened the
freezer and saw a frozen apple pie and some ice cream. Bingo! I pulled the pie
out and preheated the oven quickly. Who could say no to apple pie and ice
cream?
As
I stood there waiting for the oven to preheat, I realized that this couldn’t go
on any longer. Zane and I needed to talk. Everything was all over the place—we
were both all over the place. It wasn’t healthy and it wasn’t a great way for a
relationship to begin. Not if it was going to be a relationship that lasts the
long haul. We were like two birds with broken wings that couldn’t fly, living
in the same nest. We trusted each other a little bit, but not enough to leave
the nest to go and get food. And if we continued in this vein of not leaving
the nest, one of us was going to starve. And I didn’t want to starve, and I
knew Zane didn’t want to starve either. And now I had another concern: What if
I was pregnant? I couldn’t bring a baby into a situation like this. But I also
knew I couldn’t do it by myself. There were so many unanswered questions, and I
knew it was time to be a grown-up and start asking them.
I
peeked into the dining room again and saw that Zane and Leo were still talking
animatedly. I was surprised to see that it was Leo who looked upset and angry
and not Zane. Why was Leo upset? Maybe Zane had accused him of trying to flirt
with me and he was sticking up for himself? Who knew? I couldn’t keep up with
Zane and his moods. I wanted to go into the dining room and ask him what they
had been talking about, but I decided to call Leeza first. I grabbed my phone
and tried calling her again. I was really hoping to find out what she had been
trying to tell me before I had a conversation with Zane.
“Lucky?”
Leeza’s voice was airy and I frowned. How could she sound so happy and carefree
when she had just been trying to tell me that my boyfriend was a stalker?
“Yes,”
I whispered.
“Why
are you whispering?” Leeza asked, confused.
“Because
I don’t want Zane to know I’m on the phone.” My voice was exasperated.
Sometimes Leeza just didn’t have a clue. “Now hurry up and tell me what you
were trying to say before. I don’t have all day.”
“Before?”
Leeza giggled and I heard a guy in the background. “I’m kind of busy, Lucky,
can we talk later?”
“No,”
I hissed, my facegrowing red with anger. “You
made it sound really important, so I want to know exactly what you were talking
about.”
“Oh.”
She sighed and I heard her whispering. “I’ll be right
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