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“And while teaching children about fractions and finding the hypotenuse of a triangle is apparently not ‘grandson of the year’ material, having you there to escort me would most definitely put me in the running.” I throw my hands up. “You’re kidding! The hypotenuse might be the most important thing they learn all year.” “Finally,” Nate breathes, “someone who gets me.”
“You don’t do dating apps?” I ask. “Please don’t relegate me to a dating app, Vanessa, it’s unsafe! I could be in very real danger. I’m sure non-murdering women are on there, but which of them is going to say yes to a date with a stranger in two days?” I blink at his use of my first name after so much Ms. Morelli, and further, at his assumption that I’ve never murdered anyone.
Vanessa is hot, like stupid hot. She is hotter than me, I am aware. I would probably have to be an Avenger, or a fucking vampire to be as hot as she is. And despite trying to bribe me like some sort of criminal or nefarious millionaire, she apologized and has been friendly ever since. Charming, even. Hot, and charming. Deadly combination.
I can handle any number of things on my own, but I didn’t realize how nice it is, sometimes, to have someone whose job is to handle things with you.
“No,” Mom cuts me off. “Yell at each other later. Get out there. Now.” She transforms her face into a syrupy sweet hostess smile before leaving us with all the dry goods. Her word is law, though, and I follow her out without question. “Oh, it all makes sense,” Nate mutters near my ear. “I thought you must take after your dad, but I get it now. Your mom made you scary.”
“Beautiful for a monster?” she says, and I gulp. I don’t know how to tell her she’s the most beautiful woman, monster or not, that I’ve ever seen, and with every day that passes in her presence, I’m increasingly certain that there’s hardly a bad or cruel or monstrous thing about her.
“It looked like he was talking business after that’s all you’ve done all night. You’re just tired.” “Do I look tired?” “No,” he smiles. “I just see it.”
I see a little journal and I want to read it so bad. I want to crawl around in her brain and study her messiest handwriting and read her words out loud to myself to see how her thoughts feel coming from my mouth.
“And my life? I’m not going to just get another job, Nate. This isn’t a temporary thing you can save me from, this is forever for me. For my kids.” “I wouldn’t ask you to,” I say, and I realize for the first time that I mean it.
