Страница 48 из 66
And I’m not risking ru
Between us, Jordan raises his head and cries happily, having heard the sirens as well, “Oh, hey! Here come the cops!”
“I can’t believe you were ever engaged to this guy,” Gavin says in disgust—revealing, albeit accidentally, that he’s been Googling me. “He’s such a tool.”
“He wasn’t always like this,” I assure Gavin. Although the truth is, I think Jordan probably was always like this. I just never noticed, because I was so young and stupid. And besotted with him. “Besides, he’s getting married the day after tomorrow. He’s a little nervous.”
“Not day after tomorrow,” Gavin says. “Tomorrow. It’s past midnight. It’s officially Friday.”
“Crap,” I say. The Cartwrights have to be wondering what happened to their youngest son. Tania’s probably frantic. If she’s even noticed he’s gone, that is. I can’t send him back to her like this—with his pants half open and lipstick marks all over his face. God, why can’t he be just a little more like his brother?
Oh, God. His brother. Cooper is going to kill me when he finds out where I’ve been. And I’m going to have to tell him. I can’t drag Jordan home like this and not explain.
And I have to take Jordan home. It’s the only place I can bring him. I don’t think I can carry him much farther. Plus, I’m freezing to death. Pantyhose are definitely not suitable leg wear the night after a blizzard in Manhattan in January. I don’t know how those girls in the low-riders could stand it. Weren’t their belly buttons cold?
“Okay,” I say to Gavin, as we reach the corner of Washington Square Park North and West. “Here’s the deal. We’re taking him to my house.”
“Are you serious? I get to see where you live?” Gavin’s grin, in the pink glow of the street lamps, alarms me.“Sweet!”
“No, it’s not sweet, Gavin,” I snap. “It’s the opposite of sweet. Jordan’s brother is my landlord, and he’s going to be upset—very upset—if he hears us come in and sees Jordan like this. So we’ve got to be quiet. Super-quiet.”
“I can do that,” Gavin says gallantly.
“Because it’s not just Cooper I don’t want to wake up,” I tell him. “My, um, dad is staying there, too.”
“I get to meet your dad? The one who was in jail?” Oh, yes. Gavin’s definitely been Googling me.
“No, you don’t get to meet him,” I say. “Because hopefully he, like Cooper, will be asleep. And we’re not waking him up. Right?”
“Right,” Gavin says, with a sigh.
“Heather.” Jordan is dragging his feet a bit more.
“Shut up, Jordan,” I say. “We’re almost there.”
“Heather,” Jordan says again.
“Jordan,” I say. “I swear to God, if you throw up on me, I will kill you.”
“Heather,” Jordan says for a third time. “I think someone slipped something into my drink.”
I look at him in some alarm. “You mean this isn’t how you always are after a party?”
“Of course not,” Jordan slurs. “I only had one beer.”
“Yeah,” I say. “But how many glasses of wine did you have before you got downtown?”
“Only ten,” Jordan says i
“Oh, I’m sure they’re fine, Jordan,” I say. “You can pick them up in the morning. Why would someone put something in your drink?”
“To take advantage of me, of course,” Jordan says. “Everyone wants a piece of me. Everyone wants a piece of Jordan Cartwright pie.”
Gavin, who gets a faceful of Jordan’s beery breath as he says this, wrinkles his nose. “Not me,” he says.
We’ve reached Cooper’s house. I stop to dig my keys from my purse, and give a mini-lecture as I do so.
“Now, when we get inside,” I say to Gavin, “we’re just going to dump Jordan on the couch in the living room. Then I’m taking you back to Fischer Hall.”
“I don’t need no escort,” Gavin says scornfully, his street slang coming back now that there are no Tau Phis in sight and he’s feeling cocky again.
“Those frat boys are angry,” I say. “And they know where you live—”
“Aw, hell, woman,” Gavin says. “Steve-O don’t know shit about me except my name. I was never cool enough for him ’cause I don’t like putting chemicals in my body.”
“Except twenty-one shots.”
“I mean except for alcohol,” Gavin amends.
“Fine,” I say. “We’ll argue about it later. First we’ll put Jordan down on the couch. Then we’ll worry about getting you home.”
“It’s two blocks away,” Gavin says.
“Heather.”
“Not now, Jordan,” I say. “Gavin, I just don’t want you—”
“Heather,” Jordan says again.
“What, Jordan?”
“Cooper’s looking at us.”
I look up.
And sure enough, there’s Cooper’s face in the window by the door. A second later, we hear the locks being thrown back.
“Okay,” I say to Gavin, my heart begi
“Don’t even think about it,” Cooper says, as he comes out onto the stoop. He’s wearing cords and a wool sweater. He looks warm and calm and sensible. I long to throw myself at him, bury my head against his hard chest, breathe his Cooper-y scent, and tell him what a terrible evening I’ve had.
Instead, I say, “I can explain.”
“I’m sure you can,” Cooper says. “Well, come on. Get him inside.”
We drag Jordan inside, with effort—especially since Lucy appears and begins jumping excitedly all over us. Well, me, actually. Fortunately, my thighs are so frozen I can’t feel her nails as they rake my nylon stockings.
It’s as Lucy leaps up in an effort to lick Jordan’s hand that he suddenly becomes very vivacious, saying, as we haul him past Cooper, into the foyer, “Hi ya, bro! What’s happenin’?”
“Your fiancée called,” Cooper says, as he closes the door behind us and begins working all the locks. “That’s what’s happening. Did you just take off without telling anyone where you were going?”
“Pretty much,” Jordan says, as we let him go and he flops back against his grandfather’s somewhat dilapidated pink couch, where Lucy begins licking him in earnest. “Ow. Nice doggie. Make the room stop spi
“How did he even get down here?” Cooper wants to know. “There aren’t any cabs. And no way Jordan took the subway.”
“He skied,” I explain lamely. It’s mercifully warm in the house. I can feel my thighs twitching as they defrost.
“He skied?” Cooper raises both eyebrows. “Where are his skis?”
“He lost them,” Gavin says.
Cooper seems to notice Gavin for the first time. “Oh,” he says. “You again, eh?”
“You shouldn’t be mad at Heather,” Gavin begins. “It was all that guy’s fault. See, she was trying to sober him up with a brisk walk around the park, but he wouldn’t go for it. Fortunately I was passing by and was able to help get him here, or who knows what would have happened. Guy could have frozen. Or worse. I hear there’s a doctor who jumps on any drunks he finds in the park and harvests their kidneys to donate to wealthy Bolivians on dialysis. You wake up in the morning all achy and you don’t know why—and boom. Turns out someone stole your kidney.”
Wow. Gavin really is the king of the improv. He lies with such ease, and so convincingly, I can’t help wondering how many of the stories he’s fed me over the months I’ve known him were fabrications like the one he just came up with.
Cooper, however, doesn’t look impressed.
“Right,” he says. “Well, thank you for your aid. I think we can handle it from here, though. So goodbye.”
“I’ll walk you back,” I start to say to Gavin, but a voice from the hallway interrupts me.
“There she is!” My dad comes in, dressed in pajamas and a robe. It’s clear from the way a tuft of what’s left of his hair is sticking up in the back that he’d been asleep, but Tania’s call had wakened him as well as Cooper. “Heather, we were so worried. When that Tania person phoned, and then we couldn’t find you—don’t you ever do that again, young lady! If you’re going to go out, you had better darn well tell one of us where you’re going.”