Page 42 of The Lucky Heart (Jamison Valley 3)
“Working on any cool stories?” I asked.
She was an investigative reporter for The Seattle Times. Her tendency to dig deep had gotten her into more than one dangerous situation in the past but she’d always come out on top. Still, I worried about her pissing off the wrong people one of these days.
“I’ve got something in the works but it’s too early to talk about. How’s work going for you?” she asked.
“Yuck. Next subject please.”
“How is your expedition to apologize to everyone in Montana?”
I rolled my eyes. Like Silas, Sabrina thought I was being overly self-critical. “It’s going fine.”
“What’s happening with that chick from high school? Any progress on finding out what’s going on with her?”
“Khloe. And no, not since I talked to you after Thanksgiving. I called her twice more this week but she didn’t answer.”
“Don’t give up,” Sabrina said. “It might take time for her to trust and confide in you. Besides, you never know. Maybe she really is just accident-prone.”
“She had a black eye two weeks after she broke her arm. My mother is accident-prone and has never had two injuries like that back to back. Something isn’t right.”
Thanksgiving morning, I had run into Khloe at the grocery store. Literally. My cart had slammed right into hers as we’d both rounded the same corner. She had been wearing huge sunglasses but they hadn’t covered up all the purple and blue around her eye and cheek. When I’d asked her what had happened, she’d ignored me and run off in the opposite direction.
“I bet it’s her husband,” Sabrina said. “You said it yourself, he used to beat up his girlfriends in high school.”
“I’m trying not to judge but I have a feeling you’re right.”
“Speaking of injured women, how is your mom doing?”
“Good. I took her into the hospital this week to get her stitches out and we scheduled new tests for the beginning of January. Now we just have to hope there’s something more we can do for her.”
“Any progress on getting her to move in with you?”
“Nope.” Twice I had asked Mom to consider coming to live with me but she had declined my offer without explanation. It baffled me that she was so unwilling to leave that trailer park.
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“Has Terrible Tyson called you lately?” she asked.
I smiled. “Not once.” My matchmaking scheme had worked. Tyson and Andrea had become a new item, and rumor had it, she was currently on an extended vacation in Seattle. If Andrea ended up leaving Prescott, Gigi had promised to throw me a parade.
“And Sexy Silas?”
“No nicknames. You haven’t even met him. How do you know he’s sexy?”
“Because you want him, which means he’s sexy.”
“He’s just a friend.”
“Don’t forget who you’re talking to, Felicity Cleary. I can read right through all your friend bullshit. You want more.”
“Maybe,” I sighed. “I don’t know. When I first got back, I thought maybe we could be more but the more time goes by, the more I think there’s too much for us to overcome. I don’t know if we can even manage friendship. A relationship feels . . . impossible.”
It had been three weeks since my dinner with Silas at the café and I hadn’t seen or heard from him since. We had ended the night on such a fun and positive note, I’d been sure that we were making progress. Apparently, I’d been wrong.
“Don’t give up,” Sabrina said.
“Hope at this point would be silly and I’m done making a fool of myself over men. Can we drop this? It’s bumming me out.”
“Fine. What else?” she asked. “I need more. I miss you desperately and these phone calls are barely cutting it.”
