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Chapter no 7

The Ex Vows

What?

I canโ€™t say it out loud, not when Adamโ€™s looking between Eli and me, his expression lit up like itโ€™s Christmas and the Aโ€™s winning the World Series and the day the three of us met and any moment with Grace all smashed togetherโ€”a thrilling hope thatโ€™s been solidified into reality.

I want to scream.

Instead, my eyes find Jamieโ€™s. She knows more about my and Eliโ€™s history than anyone. I was careful with my heartbreak at first, but like me, Jamie doesnโ€™t keep strangers. As we became closer, I realized she wouldnโ€™t retreat from my messy feelings, that in fact she welcomed themโ€”โ€œBaby, Iโ€™m a Pisces, I wallow in feelings,โ€ she said one night when she caught me sobbing over a pint of Ben & Jerryโ€™sโ€”so I gave her the CliffsNotes version of what happened.

But five years is a long time to hold aโ€ฆwhatever this is. Not a grudge, but something equally heavy. Over time, Iโ€™ve finessed my message even with her, framed it as discomfort over orbiting in the same sphere as my ex rather than try to explain all the confusing messiness that I still carry around.

Judging by the wide-eyed look she gives me, itโ€™s not discomfort on my face right now. Itโ€™s a concerning slip of my chill-girl-no-thatโ€™s-totally-fine mask I glue over my perma-scream when Eliโ€™s in the mix.

Iโ€™m not chill. And itโ€™s not totally fine.

I wrestle my expression into submission, my eyes darting from Jamie to Eli, whoโ€™s pointedly focused on Adam. After an entire afternoon of him looking at me,ย nowย he wonโ€™t?

The curve of his jaw is carved out obstinately, his arms crossed over his chest. Iโ€™m so unused to this version of Eli; we never fought each other for anything, not even our relationship, but itโ€™s clear he wonโ€™t let this go.

One thing is clear: no way are we going up to Blue Yonder together, of all places. The rising color in Eliโ€™s cheeks confirms we agree.

โ€œI mean, it would be incredible to have you up there, E, but are you sure youโ€™d be able to go?โ€ Adam asks, his mouth pulling down with concern. โ€œI know you technically have the time off, but do youย reallyย have the time off? I donโ€™t want you dealing with this shit and your usual shit on top of it.โ€

I straighten. Oh, thank god, an out. โ€œThatโ€™s a great pโ€”โ€ โ€œWork isnโ€™t going to distract me,โ€ Eli says.

A short huff of laughter escapes me before I can stop it. Eli looks over at me, his mouth pressing into a thin line.

โ€œIt wonโ€™t,โ€ he promises, his voice too confident, and too shadowed with our history. I swallow, looking away. โ€œWork is the last thing on my mind. Iโ€™m here for you, for whatever you need.โ€

Heโ€™s talking to Adam, but if I close my eyes, I can imagine some parallel universe version of him saying it to an alternate universe version of me. With the real Eli, work always comes first. And with the real me, showing people I need them comes last.

I donโ€™t understand what his endgame is; Eli is many things, but a liar isnโ€™t one of them. Still, I can see his earnest words are softening Adam upโ€” his shoulders drop, his frown lifting into appeasement.

โ€œIโ€™m here for you, too,โ€ I argue.ย And Iโ€™veย beenย here for you, I add silently. Iย was the one you were giving please-help-me eyes to two minutes ago.

Adam appraises us, head tilted, an emotion I canโ€™t identify passing through his eyes. Then his expression melts into something soft and happy. โ€œThis is perfect.โ€

โ€œWhat?โ€ My confusion is perfectly synced with Eliโ€™s.

โ€œItโ€™ll be great to have you both up there,โ€ Adam says. A lightning flash of what looks like pure panic crosses Eliโ€™s face before he shuts it down. โ€œI mean, it makes sense, right? My best people, helping save the big day together.โ€

The sound that escapes Eliโ€™s mouth is quiet. Mine is a honk. โ€œWait. You want us to go up together? Me and Eli?โ€

I put the barest emphasis on his name, just a sprinkle, like Salt Bae with immense restraint. But I never make a fuss so I might as well have yelled, โ€œYou want me to go withย Eli, the man who took a sledgehammer to my heart?ย Thatย Eli?โ€

Jamieโ€™s looking at me, silently asking,ย do you want me to step in?ย I transmit back a deceptively calmย no, scrambling to figure out how to do this when I promised Adam yesterday Eli and I were better than ever. When I told Eli he could hip check me to the side in order to assuage his guilt for being an absentee everything.

Blake flicks a quick look at me. โ€œYou really need two people up there?

There must be plenty to do down here, too.โ€

I want to hug her for stepping in, but Jamie does it for me, a little hand squeeze and a smile Blake returns with a wink.

โ€œMy parents and brother are getting in tomorrow from LA and will probably hover unless I give them something to do,โ€ Grace says. โ€œAnd we have a bunch of other people around, including you and Blake. We should be good. But only if you really donโ€™t mind.โ€

โ€œYou donโ€™t, right?โ€ Adam asks.

Heโ€™s looking at me like I hold the key to his happiness in the palm of my hands. Iโ€™ve never been able to resist a look like that. It reminds me of the way Eli looked at me when he asked me to move to New York with him.

It was a mistake to say yes then, and itโ€™ll be a mistake to say yes now. But I donโ€™t get a chance to say anything at all, because Eli speaks up.

โ€œWeโ€™re in.โ€

โ€œWeโ€™reย in?โ€ I echo.

โ€œSure are.โ€ His eyes flick to me before looking at Adam. โ€œSee? Weโ€™re already ready to go.โ€ I wonder if anyone else notices the imperceptible tightness in Eliโ€™s smile. โ€œWeโ€™ll get up there tomorrow and hit the ground running.โ€

I wrap eye daggers in cotton candy clouds, shooting them his way. His gaze snaps back to me like he feels the slice of my secret frustration. Like he knows exactly what Iโ€™m thinking.

And maybe he does. Maybe heโ€™s wondering, too, whatโ€™ll happen if weโ€™re together for the next week in a place where so many of our best memories live.

I wish that gave me any comfort. Instead, it only validates the feeling thatย Iโ€™mย the cursed one.

 

 

I make it another hourย before I announce Iโ€™m heading home. Nearly everyone groans their disapproval, and my secret praise kink purrs at the thought of being missed.

Jamie follows me to the front door. She gives me a bone-crunching squeeze, whispering, โ€œWe need a huddle. Lots to discuss.โ€

I hum noncommittally, smacking a kiss on her forehead. The thought of picking up the phone exhausts me to my bones. I wish she were coming back to ourโ€”well,ย myย apartment. I could lie in bed, stare at the ceiling while she played with my hair, unravel it all slowly because we had time for it. Fall asleep next to her like I used to all the time. But she has somewhere else to be, and truthfully, I canโ€™t handle another conversation tonight. Itโ€™s time to disconnect my brain.

Which is why when I hear footsteps crunching down the driveway behind me, my soul lets out a deep sigh.

And when I hear a familiar voice call out, โ€œGeorgia,โ€ it gives up entirely, sinking to the ground in protest.

I slow to a stop. It takes eight seconds for me to buff away the edges Eliโ€™s been whittling into my patience all afternoon. Two seconds for me to turn around. Another three to watch him finish his swift lope down the driveway, his hands in his pockets.

He could be the sixteen-year-old version of himself right now. He used to follow me out of Adamโ€™s parentsโ€™ house when I couldnโ€™t put off going home to silence any longer and he was crashing in Adamโ€™s guest room to avoid his pull-out-sofa-bed fate. Heโ€™d jog out with a little smile on his face

and keep me there until Iโ€™d caught him up on the parts of my day he hadnโ€™t seen.

I thought a lot about his attention when things disintegrated between us. When we were friends, and especially after we became more, I felt like the only person in the world. Like I belonged to someone. He picked up every detail of my life like he was ravenous for it. I wondered a lot, alone in our bed while he pulled another all-nighter, when he stopped being hungry for me.

Now, as he stops two feet away, his gaze piercing in a way itโ€™s been all day and not for years, I feel the phantom pang in my stomach.

After a beat he says, โ€œQuite a pickle you got us into.โ€ My mouth drops open.ย โ€œMe?โ€

โ€œYou agreed in the car that youโ€™d step aside.โ€ Even in the semi-darkness, frustration is clearly written across his face. โ€œYou said youโ€™d let me take care of anything else that came up.โ€

โ€œI didnโ€™t know that โ€˜anything elseโ€™ would be their wedding venue burning to the ground, Eli. Iโ€™m not going to sit there and say, โ€˜Sucks for you, good luck with that.โ€™ โ€

I could mention the way Adam silently pleaded for my help, but that would be a dick move. A dagger right in Eliโ€™s chest. I donโ€™t want to hurt him; I just want him to go away.

โ€œYou wouldnโ€™t have to say that,โ€ he says. โ€œI was there.โ€ โ€œBut youย havenโ€™tย been.โ€ Itโ€™s not a snap, but itโ€™s close.

The street light above us crackles, then extinguishes, plunging us into an intimate darkness thatโ€™s barely softened by Adamโ€™s front porch light.

Lovely.

โ€œThatโ€™s the point, Georgia.โ€ Eliโ€™s voice is quiet. Edgy. โ€œThatโ€™s why I spoke up. But you spoke up, too, and now we both have to go.โ€

โ€œYou donโ€™t have to,โ€ I say quickly.

โ€œYes, I do,โ€ he replies with an authority that sends goose bumps skittering up my arms. โ€œI am.โ€

โ€œGrace said theyโ€™ll have help, but thereโ€™s still plenty toโ€”โ€

โ€œI know Adam gave you the same speech he gave me,โ€ Eli interrupts.

Even as he steps closer, his face is in shadow. He looks like the stranger I wish he was, pushing conversations I donโ€™t want to have.

My heart starts to beat faster. โ€œHe did.โ€

โ€œAnd Iโ€™m guessing our message was united, since heโ€™s so hyped about us going to Blue Yonder together.โ€

In my mind, our list blows open to its well-worn pages and I see it:ย never talk about the past or how we handle it now. I see Eliโ€™s pen hovering, ready to cross it out.

โ€œYou donโ€™t need to recap,โ€ I say, as calmly as my rioting body will allow. โ€œWeโ€™re on the same page.โ€

โ€œAre we?โ€ he asks with a searching quality I donโ€™t understand. โ€œI mean, is there a reason you donโ€™t want to be up at Blue Yonder together, beyond awkwardness?โ€

โ€œAwkwardness?โ€ย I blurt out.

In the smudged, inky night, the shape of his face is merely a suggestion, only known to me because Iโ€™ve traced every curve and angle of him. His expression is a mystery, and his tone is careful when he replies, โ€œWould you call it something else?โ€

On the list of words Iโ€™d use to describe the way I feel about Eli,

awkwardย is near the end, but every other one would expose too much. โ€œNo,โ€ I lie.

He doesnโ€™t reply immediately, the air thick with a disappointment I know is mine. I hope he canโ€™t feel it.

โ€œAdam will see through any excuse we make to stay behind, and itโ€™ll send him on a mental bender,โ€ he says finally.

โ€œI know.โ€ Deep down, I knew as soon as we saidย Iโ€™ll do itย together that I was stuck.

โ€œPart of me knew youโ€™d volunteer,โ€ he says, his voice as quiet as the night cocooning us. The only other noise is the breath Iโ€™m trying to regulate, a pocket of crickets chirping nearby, a burst of laughter from inside. A lonely sound when Iโ€™m not in the middle of it. โ€œOf course you would. Youโ€™d do anything for the people you love.โ€ The way he says it is

rough and nearly affectionate, a fuzzy approximation of the tone heโ€™d whisper in my ear, press into the side of my neck. Against my mouth.

I donโ€™t know why that ties a knot in my throat, but suddenly itโ€™s hard to swallow. Iย wouldย do anything for the people I love: move to New York. Pretend to be friends afterward. Save a wedding.

โ€œBut I will, too,โ€ Eli continues. โ€œSo weโ€™re going to have to do this together. We can split up the tasks, but Iโ€™m not staying behind.โ€

โ€œWork really isnโ€™t going to get in the way? Iโ€™m not going to have to take over halfway through because thereโ€™s some pitch emergency with Luce?โ€

Itโ€™s not so dark I donโ€™t see the flicker in his expression. A brief devastation. โ€œNo. You wonโ€™t be doing it by yourself. I donโ€™t even have my laptop with me.โ€ At my dubious expression, he says, โ€œI wonโ€™t go anywhere, Georgia.โ€

The knotโ€™s in my chest now. Iโ€™m afraid for him to keep his promise just as sure as I am heโ€™ll break it. But heโ€™s right; we donโ€™t have any choice. We canโ€™t give Adam one more thing to worry about.

โ€œFine.โ€ I say it like the F-word it is, try not to notice the way Eliโ€™s shoulders get even tenser. โ€œIโ€™ll pick you up tomorrow at nine.โ€

โ€œFine,โ€ he echoes in a low, resonant rumble.

When I pull away from the curb a minute later, I canโ€™t help looking in the rearview mirror.

Heโ€™s standing there, watching me drive away, the way he always used to

do.

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