“That’s my father.” Nathaniel’s cellphone was ringing.
Ivy knew what the call meant. Nathaniel had been waiting for it for days.
“When do you want me to leave?”
“No, I can make it… Ok… Bye.”
– Ivy, that was…
– Oh please! Serious face again! Stop knitting your brows! Besides, I know what that call was about.
“Come on, talking with your father stressed you out, right? Free massage for you.”
– I think we know each other enough by now. Please let me know when you take out your gun and try to kill me.
– What are you going to do after I leave?
– I’ll probably cry for weeks. But then, when I realize you were just a friggin’ daddy’s boy, life will go on. I have a business to ruin and massages to give.
“Is that all there is?”
“You take this all too seriously, Nate. I thought we were clear.”
“Ivy, wait. Whatever you say about my being too serious… is this really ok?”
– Stop it…
– No. You stop it. You’re avoiding the questions.
– Fine: I’ll miss you. Is that what you wanted to hear?
– Not quite.
– Are there no other options in your opinion?
– Let me go… I have to work.
“Ok Nate, you want another option? I leave with you and I’ll be your ‘chick’ to the world’s eyes. No way. I haven’t sunk that low yet.”
“Haha… you’re harsh.”
A thunderstorm had broken out by the time they got home. Ivy watched the rain for a long time. If she was honest with herself, she knew she didn’t have much left in Lucky Palms. She could hire someone to run the bar and who would do a much better job than her. She didn’t know what to do next.
She felt more than heard his presence behind her. “Don’t come creeping in like a cockroach.”
– Don’t worry. I won’t try to convince you or anything.
– I hope so. Because I’m about to change my mind.
– Really? You’re coming with me? That’s wild.
– Erase that smug smile at once or I stay here.
– I’ll find a place for me. And a job too.
– There’s no hurry, we have guestrooms. You can use one of them as long as you need.