Such a Rush

Grayson, looking down and thumbing his phone, climbed out of the passenger side. He glanced up at me—and squared his shoulders, taking a longer look at me than he’d intended.

Though I’d obviously gotten his attention, he didn’t comment on my hair. He said nothing at all. He left the car door open for me and slid into the backseat.

Fine. I eased onto the front seat he’d vacated and told Alec, “Hi!”

“Hey!” Alec exclaimed with a brilliant smile. “Wow, your hair is so different! You look beautiful.”

“Thank you!” I didn’t want him to look too closely at his surroundings as he turned the car around, but I couldn’t think of anything else to say. After spending all day at the same risky job, we still didn’t seem to have much in common. I settled for tugging my skirt down—just a little—drawing attention to my thighs. Then I pulled my strangely smooth hair over one shoulder so it wouldn’t hide my cleavage. I flipped down the sunshade and checked my perfect makeup in the mirror, like an idiot. I watched myself grin, and I glanced over at him.

He was staring at my cleavage. Score! Then, pulling to a stop at the highway and waiting for traffic to pass, he looked around us and made the only comment he could think of. “Hey, a real washateria! I didn’t know those still existed. Maybe I’ll walk over from the airport and wash clothes sometime.”

You lame-ass. I interrupted his pitiful attempt to make conversation with the trailer park girl before he embarrassed himself further. “It’s broken. All the dryers have been broken for a while. The last washer broke last week.”

“Why don’t you ask the owner to fix it?” he asked in the logical tone of someone who’d never had a landlord.

“The owner doesn’t care,” I explained patiently. “I’m the only one still doing laundry here. Everybody else goes to the washateria closer to town, by the library.”

“Why don’t you go there too?”

“Because I don’t have a car.”

He tilted his head back, half of a nod, considering. He lowered his chin again as he asked, “But why do they go there, when this one is so much closer?”

“Because all of the washers and dryers are broken.” I wasn’t sure why I found this discussion so a

Alec pulled onto the highway. I looked out the window at Heaven Beach passing by. I saw it so rarely that I never got tired of looking, even on the flophouse side of town. The hour was late for beachgoers and early for partygoers. But it was spring break, so the sidewalks were crowded with sunburned, tattooed, half-naked people sipping frozen cocktails from huge plastic cups. The scent of frying food drifted through the windows, and the smell of coconut ta

Grayson’s phone made a sound directly behind me. He probably had a message from a girl he wasn’t blackmailing.

Alec made a comment occasionally. Unlike Grayson, he knew how not to be rude. But when we were halfway to Molly’s, even he was ru

Soon we reached the nice end of the beach. I’d been here before, mostly eating at the café with Molly or crashing at her house for a few hours. I hadn’t gotten used to it. It looked like beach towns on TV, not real life. If I hadn’t just ridden in the car for twenty minutes, I would have thought we’d arrived in a different country. The palms were the same species, but spaced out, aligned, planted on purpose. The buildings weren’t made of corrugated metal. They were rock and stucco with thick foundations, built to withstand hurricanes. There was grass and it was green. The sprinklers were on at several condo complexes we passed. The sprinkler streams weren’t always directed correctly. Water sprayed across the wide sidewalks and into the street.

The sound of water beating on the hood startled Grayson. A thunk sounded behind Alec’s seat. Grayson bent over, his T-shirt riding up his ta

“Is that your friend?” Alec asked me as he pulled into the parking lot of Molly’s café. Her long, sleek hair was not as long and sleek as mine. But her dress was low-cut and obviously expensive. It’s hard to explain the look of expensive, but there was something about the way the fabric fell exactly right. She wasn’t model pretty, but she looked like a model in her glam dress, standing outside the expensive new café built to resemble an old beach shack. At least, she looked like a model while she wore a pensive expression, shading her eyes to gaze down the road for us. Then she recognized me in the car, and she waved frantically, like I might not see her standing there. Her boobs jiggled.

I didn’t dare glance behind me to see whether Grayson was a witness to this.

“In the flesh,” I told Alec dryly.

He got the joke, I guessed, and he laughed.

She skittered over to the driver’s side in her high heels and knocked on Alec’s window until he opened it. “Hi! I’m Molly!” She shook his hand.

“I’m Alec,” I heard him say. I couldn’t see his face, but he sounded like he was gri

Then she opened the back door and bounced onto the seat. “Hi! I’m Molly!” She held out her hand to Grayson.

I didn’t want to see this, so I faced forward as Alec pulled back onto the road. But I listened as Grayson said, “Nice to meet you, Molly. I’m Grayson.” He sounded like he was smiling too.

“The boss man!” she exclaimed.

Grayson chuckled. It was the first time I’d heard that sound in months.

“Hi! I’m Molly!” she said again. Something punched me in the shoulder. I realized she was talking to me.

“So I heard,” I said, shaking her hand over the seat. But I smiled at her and tried to telegraph to her, I’m glad you’re here.

“You must be Rapunzel. My God, girl, your hair is longer than Francie’s!”

I took my hand back. She’d inadvertently insulted me, linking me with her rich friend who hated me most. I wasn’t so proud of my hair achievement anymore.

Oblivious, Molly turned to Grayson again. “You know this club has a dress code. No unwashed pilots.”

Grayson and Alec both burst into laughter. It was amazing how alike they sounded when they laughed.

“Do I smell that bad?” Grayson asked.

“You don’t smell,” Molly said, “but you look like you’ve spent the past week outdoors.”

“Do I look like I just hosed off my head?” Alec asked, watching her in the rearview mirror. I wanted to tell him to keep his eyes on the road, but I just gri

“Mebbe,” Molly said in a fu

“We’re headed to shower and change, if that makes you feel better,” Alec called.

“You’re showering for me,” Molly said, “but you weren’t going to shower for Leah? I guess everybody knows what a dirty girl she is.”

Behind me, Grayson cleared his throat.

Alec looked over at me and smiled. “Really?”

I shook my head and opened and closed my hand like Molly’s yapping mouth. In truth, I was so happy to have her yapping, comparing me to her friend Francie, even making jokes at my expense. It beat country radio and silence.

“And here we are.” Alec parked the car at a beautiful condo, white stucco and Mexican tile surrounded by bright green grass and palm trees. “It’ll only take me a sec to shower and change.” He asked me, “Do you want to come up?”

“Is this…” I faltered.

“Where my dad lived,” Alec said, confirming what I was thinking.

And where he’d died. I couldn’t go in there. But I didn’t want to be rude to Alec, or make Grayson think I wasn’t following instructions. “I’ll just wait for you,” I said with a big smile.