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Chapter no 10

Hello Stranger

WELL, THAT WAS sudden.

In the way that something thatย shouldโ€™ve already happenedย can also be sudden.

I mean, sureโ€”Iโ€™d already decided that we were fated to wind up together. But even for fate, this was pretty fast.

โ€œCanย you date patients?โ€ I asked, in lieu of shoutingย Yes! Letโ€™s get married!

โ€œI mean, I canโ€™t dateย Peanut,โ€ he said. โ€œBut youโ€™re not a patient.โ€ Ah. โ€œGood point.โ€

โ€œWhat do you think?โ€ he asked.

What did I think? Hello! I was ready to plan the honeymoon. That said โ€ฆ I hesitated.

It was one thing to charge boldly forth toward my happily ever after with my dashing veterinarianย in theory.ย It was a whole other thing to make an attempt like that in reality.

In my current reality, especially.

I mean, come on. I was a mess. I had surgical scars in my hair. I was bursting into tears at random intervals for no reason. The whole world was a faceless blur. And every single thing that mattered in my life was disintegrating around me. Would this storybook perfect man want to dateโ€” or be anywhere nearโ€”a total disaster like that?

Definitely not.

I mean,ย Iย didnโ€™t even want to hang out with me these days.

So how on earth could I expect this dreamy, perfect, animal-rescuing man to be any different? Was I, in this moment, inย any wayย someone who would be attractive or appealing orย fun to date?

No. No, this would never work.

Could I have just been honest with him? Could I have just told him what was going on? He was a scientist, after all. He might have found it medically fascinating. Iโ€™m sure he saw weird, crazy stuff all the time in his line of work.

But โ€ฆ he didnโ€™tย dateย that weird, crazy stuff. Dr. Addison shifted his weight.

My answer was taking too long.

So I gave the best reply I could think of: โ€œI wouldย loveย to go on a date with you,โ€ I told him. And then I added, โ€œIn three weeks.โ€

I felt his frown. โ€œIn three weeks?โ€

I nodded like this was a totally reasonable request. โ€œI am a portrait artist,โ€ I told him, cherry-picking selective facts about my life to not blow my cover. โ€œAnd Iโ€™m a top-ten finalist in a hugely prestigious juried portrait show three weeks from nowโ€”and so Iโ€™m really directing all my time and energy into completing my submission.โ€

How did that sound?

Dr. Addison gave me my answer. โ€œYouโ€™re a finalist in a big competition?โ€

I nodded, like,ย Yep. โ€œTop ten out of two thousand entries.โ€

โ€œThat means you beat out one thousand nine hundred and ninety other people.โ€

Told ya he was perfect. โ€œThatโ€™s exactly what my best friend said.โ€ โ€œNice,โ€ he said, and I could feel him admiring me.

โ€œBut now I have to win,โ€ I said. โ€œSo I just canโ€™t have any distractions right now.โ€

Dr. Addison nodded like that made perfect, logical sense. I thought I was in the clear.

But then he said, โ€œOf course if we just happened to run into each other at the same time in a coffee shop, that wouldnโ€™t be a date. That would just be both of us self-caffeinating in close proximity.โ€

Ah. He wasnโ€™t going to make this easy.

When I hesitated, he added, โ€œOnly if you want to, of course.โ€ Was it a test? To gauge if I wanted to?

I wasnโ€™t waiting to find out. โ€œI want to,โ€ I said. I could feel a smile take over his face.

So I added, โ€œYou have to caffeinate, right?โ€

And there it was. If I had to go on a coffee date with the worldโ€™s dreamiest veterinarian, then I guess I just had to.

 

 

ONCE Iโ€™D GIVEN in, I planned our wedding the whole way home.

We had an appointment for simultaneous coffee now. And, somehow, not calling it a date made it feel even more like a date. Did that mean we were dating?

Pretty damn close! Right?

And, of course, once you started dating someone, you inevitably got married.

So we were essentially engaged.

Where to have the wedding? Maybe on the coastal rocks of Maine, near a lighthouse? Or on the gentle sand of a Hawaiian beach? Orโ€”hell, as long as I was fantasizingโ€”in some quaint, timeless English village? Iโ€™d have to google timeless English villages. Maybe the Cotswolds?

This was perfect, right? This was perfect.

Iโ€™d get this face thing solved, get Peanut healthy, win this competition, disprove everybody who ever thought I was worthlessโ€”and then go on a dateย with Dr. Oliver Frigging Addison. And start living the victorious life Iโ€™d always wanted.

That worked.

I was feeling so foolishly optimistic for a minute there as I basked in that fantasy that I decided to stop by Bean Street Coffee to grab a decaf latte on my way to the elevators. Life was good today. Good enough for a celebratory latte.

Hazel One was working there tonight. This was how hip Bean Street Coffee was: it had two different baristas named Hazel.

I ordered my latte and then waited by the pickup counter, as fully afloat as if these wedding fantasies were an emotional inner tube.

But thatโ€™s when I heard, โ€œSadie Montgomery?โ€

Thisโ€”being recognizedโ€”had happened a few times since Iโ€™d been tricked by my evil stepsister, and Iโ€™d say, all in all, I managed okay. The big

goal was always to suss out who was talking to me, but I was also happy to settle for just having a pleasant interaction and not getting caught.

โ€œHey there!โ€ I answered, more confident with my strategy now.ย There are no strangers.ย โ€œHow are you?โ€

โ€œGreat! How are you?โ€

Clues: Blond hair in a ponytail. Tall-ish. Blue jeans. Jangly bracelet. Also: This person knew my first and last name. Her tone of voice sounded as if she was glad to see me. She was in the coffee shop of my building at this hour of night, and she was holdingโ€”get thisโ€”a hairless Sphynx cat with a rhinestone collar. I mean, could she do that? Were cats even allowed in coffee shops? Was she a neighbor? Did I know her from the elevator? The last-name thing was a confounding variable, because, again, I really didnโ€™t know anybody in this building well enough to have handed out my last name.

Damn it. Who could it be?

โ€œLove your sundress,โ€ she said then. โ€œIt reminds me of one you had in high school.โ€

We knew each other fromย high school? I didnโ€™t keep in touch with anyone from high school.

โ€œWasnโ€™t it yellow?โ€ she said then, thinking back. โ€œYou wore it to the ninth-grade picnic?โ€

Okay, now this was getting creepy.

โ€œAnd then Iโ€™m pretty sure you stole it from me after you got kicked out and sent to boarding school.โ€

Fuck.

It was Parker.

How, how,ย howย had I not recognized her voiceโ€”again? Dr. Nicole had said not everybody was great with voices, that it might take some time to tune into them better โ€ฆ butย Parker? I should know that voice anywhere.

It was the voice of doom.

And, yes. Iย hadย stolen that yellow sundress from her.

But sheโ€™d stolen my entire family from me, so we were hardly even. โ€œAre you kidding me right now?โ€ I said.

โ€œWhat?โ€ Parker said, putting on a baffled, innocent voice. โ€œWhy are you messing with meโ€”and why are you even here?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m messing with you because it isย never not fun,ย and Iโ€™m here because: Hello! I just moved in.โ€

That didnโ€™t compute. โ€œMoved in to what?โ€ โ€œThe building.โ€

โ€œThe building?ย Thisย building?โ€ I demanded, pointing at the floor. Then I pointed at myself. โ€œMy building?โ€

โ€œTop floor, baby!โ€ She lifted her hand for a high five. I ignored the hand. โ€œYou canโ€™t move in here.โ€

โ€œPretty sure I just did. A cute guy helped me carry my scratching post.โ€ โ€œThis isย myย apartment building.ย Iย live here.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s notย onlyย your apartment building,โ€ she said. โ€œLots of people live here. Including me. As of today.โ€ Then she waved her still-raised hand in my face. โ€œYou can see this, canโ€™t you? Iโ€™m high-fiving you!โ€

I smacked her hand out of the way. โ€œIโ€™m not fucking high-fiving you, Parker. Get out. Youโ€™re not welcome here.โ€

โ€œI think the guy who carried my scratching post might disagree. I got a definite vibe.โ€

Of all the pets Iโ€™d have picked for Parker, I wouldnโ€™t have chosen a cat.

A tarantula, maybe. A tank of piranhas. A hive of wasps.

Just then, Hazel One called my name. My latte was ready. โ€œDid you come here on purpose?โ€ I demanded.

Now Parker dropped her voice a little. โ€œDo you think Iโ€™m hunting you down or something?โ€

โ€œWhat else could possibly be happening?โ€

โ€œWait,โ€ she said then, her voice starting to ooze with delight. โ€œAm I sensing that you still havenโ€™t moved on from high school?โ€

Were we talking about this? I guess we were talking about this.

โ€œThatโ€™s a hell of a question from you,โ€ I said. When she didnโ€™t stop me, I kept going. โ€œA hell of a question from the person who framed me for stealing Madame Steinโ€™s French exam. The person who started the rumor that I slept with Kacyโ€™s boyfriend. The person who started a fire out by the field house and then put a can of lighter fluid in my locker. And letโ€™s not forget the person who bullied Augusta Ross to the brink of suicide and then pinned it all on me.โ€

She wrinkled her nose in faux sympathy. โ€œNot over it, then.โ€

โ€œOf course not,โ€ I said. โ€œYou methodically and viciously dismantled my life. Augusta Ross had been my best friend since second grade, but six months after you showed up, her parents were hauling her off to Seattle, never to return. You got me kicked out of school. You turned my own father against me. And all for whatโ€”so you could have our bedroom to yourself?โ€

I thought maybe holding her actions up to her in the mirror might evoke โ€ฆ something. Remorse, maybe. Regret?

Instead, Parker just said, โ€œYou forgot โ€˜stole your boyfriend.โ€™ Which was why I needed the bedroom to myself.โ€

Whoa. She was worse than I remembered.

Parker was loving this, though. She leaned in. โ€œIs it all still haunting you this much? I mean, I knew I won. But I didnโ€™t know I won this epically. Sweetie, in two years, weโ€™ll be thirty! Let it go.โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t call me sweetieโ€ was all I could think of to say.

Remember when Dr. Nicole thought it was so perplexing that I would think that people would want to use your weaknesses against you? That there was some compelling reason to endlessly hide your vulnerabilities from the world?

Well, meet the entire reason I believed thatโ€”right here, in the flesh.

Holding a cat in a coffee shop.

Hazel One called my name again. I ignored it. Screw the latte.

โ€œYou canโ€™t live here,โ€ I said.

โ€œIโ€™m no landlord,โ€ Parker said, โ€œbut I donโ€™t think you can stop me.โ€ โ€œWhy?โ€ I asked then.

She pretended the question made no sense. โ€œWhy what?โ€

I tried to bend her to my will with a donโ€™t-mess-with-me tone of voice. โ€œWhy are you doing this, Parker?โ€

She gave a big shrug, and then she didnโ€™t fight meโ€”and I suddenly realized sheโ€™d wanted me to ask this question all along. โ€œI heard about you and my mom hanging out,โ€ she said, and then her voice got theatrically pouty, โ€œand I thought,ย Are they having fun without me?โ€

โ€œWe were not having fun,โ€ I said. โ€œI donโ€™t โ€˜have funโ€™ with Lucinda.โ€ โ€œShe paid you a visit, though,โ€ Parker said. โ€œAt your roof-hovel.โ€ Hey. Only I got to call my hovel a hovel.

โ€œNow we can all have fun together,โ€ Parker went onโ€”her voice shifting to menacingly perky.

โ€œI donโ€™t want you here,โ€ I said, starting to feel a panic of helplessness.

โ€œAww, I know,โ€ she said nowโ€”lacing her voice with fake sympathy. โ€œThis is kind of your worst nightmare, isnโ€™t it?โ€

She waited, like I might confirm it. I held still.

โ€œBut donโ€™t worry,โ€ Parker added then, raising her hand for another high- five attempt. โ€œGiven your whole brain-damage situation โ€ฆ you will literally never know Iโ€™m here.โ€

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