For a second, neither of us speaks.
My sister’s voice is faint through the phone. “Lola? What’s going on?”
I swallow. “I’ve gotta go.”
I hang up on her, my eyes never leaving Tully’s.
He tips his head slightly, an almost-smile playing at his mouth.
“Need a ride?” he asks.
CHAPTER SIX
LOADED
TULLY
Lola sits with one hand tucked under her thigh, the other resting loosely on her lap.
She was walking alone—I couldn’t exactly just pass her on the street. I’m not sure if Erin would consider this a “strategic contact” or not, but I saw an opportunity to talk to her and took it.
I clear my throat, and she inhales at the same time.
“Do you?—”
“Are you?—”
We both stop.
Her mouth presses into a line.
“Go ahead,” I say.
“No, you.”
Silence again.
My grip tightens on the steering wheel.
“So, how?—”
“You and?—”
We stop. Again.
This time she lets out a small laugh.
“How are you, Tully?”
“Doing well. How about you, Lola?”
She glances over at me. A smile plays on her lips, but I’m struck by the sadness in her eyes.
“I wouldn’t have come if I’d known it was your family’s resort,” she says softly.
“I can’t tell if I should feel comforted by that or even sadder…” I take a deep breath.
She blinks at me, surprise on her face. We’re quiet for a moment.