Page 90 of The Starfish Sisters

An ancient pain runs up my midsection. “No. That was a pretty brutal experience.”

He bends and kisses my shoulder. “It was. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. Neither of us had any power. What could we do?”

“I know.” He hugs me and kisses my head. “But still.”

“Anyway.”

“Anyway,” he echoes. “I’m going into Seaside to find some electronics and I’ll be back later to install them.”

“An alarm?”

“And a Ring camera, maybe cameras for some other spots around the house, too. You really need better security.”

“I have great security at the LA house, and look what it got me. I never needed it here.”

“Why didn’t you bring a bodyguard with you?”

I sigh. “I mean, it gets old, having people in your house all the time. Like, all the time. I’m kind of a loner. I like to be alone.”

“Funny career choice, then.”

“Fair enough. I think you can be both an introvert and an extrovert at the same time. Be a loner and also like people. You can be more than one thing.”

He studies my face for a moment, which gives me a chance to do the same to his. His mouth is wide and turns down slightly at the corners, and his neck shows the years of sun exposure. It makes my midsection pinch ever so slightly, that I have missed all the years between the long-ago days and now. “That’s true.” He takes my hand across the table. “I am so glad this happened. And I’m really sure it was a terrible idea.”

A sting of tears makes me blink. “Are you sorry?”

“No, no, no!” He brings my hand to his mouth. “No, that’s not what I meant.”

“What, then?”

Instead of answering, he stands and draws me up so he can press me into his chest. I can hear his heart beating and his arms are fierce and tender. “It feels like six minutes have gone by since those days. It feels the same.” His voice is low. “And I also know that we live in really different worlds.”

It’s true. There’s really no way around it. “I know.”

“What will you do today?”

I look at the water. “Maybe go back over some scripts my agent sent.”

It’s subtle, but I feel him move ever so slightly away from me. “Huh. That must be kind of fun.”

“Maybe. Depends.” I sigh. “I’m not going back to the series. I’m tired of the long hours and the early calls and ... all of it.”

He watches me carefully with those big dark eyes, and I remember again how well he could listen. “It’s a pretty big show, though, right?”

“Yeah. And really, I just don’t care.”

For long moments, he drinks his coffee and stares at the sea. “Not to overstep, but sometimes not caring can be a sign of depression.”

“I’ve thought of that,” I answer. “My therapist has suggested the same thing. But honestly, between the pandemic and the attack, I started thinking about what I want for the next stage of my life. It’s not that.”

“What do you want?”

I shake my head slowly. “That’s the question. I have absolutely no idea.”

“You’ll figure it out.”