Chapter 33
Lanie
My phone rang as I scanned the street for parking.
“Hold on, hold on,” I murmured, resisting the urge to pull it out and see who was calling.
Finding a spot across the street from the yoga studio, I tugged the phone from my purse as the second call started.
Dad. Double gulp.
But better now than later.
“Hi, Dad,” I answered, bracing myself. We hadn’t spoken since he stormed out of the house, and Mom hadn’t been in touch either.
“Lanie, I’m sorry about yesterday.”
My jaw must have fallen halfway to my lap. I struggled to answer but didn’t know what to say. My father hardly ever apologized. He was always so positive the things he did were right.
“I talked to Andrew and figured some things out,” Dad continued. “I know you weren’t lying to me. You’re a grown woman, and you get to do what you want. That’s, uh, it’s hard sometimes for a father to realize that. To remember their kid is all grown up.”
“Yeah,” I slurred. “I understand.”
“Anyway, that’s all I needed to say.”
“I really appreciate it.” Tears formed in my eyes, and I struggled to keep the emotion out of my voice. “What about Mom?”
Dad made a gruff noise. “She’s still not crazy about this whole thing. You know she just wants you to be happy, Lanie.”
“Andrew makes me happy, Dad.”
He hesitated. “I see that now. But your mom, she’s going to need time.”
“That’s what she said about you.” I laughed.
“Did she?” He guffawed. “I bet she did.”
“I don’t want to disappoint her.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll talk to her tonight. Lanie?”
“Yeah?”
“How serious are you about Andrew?”
The question took me by surprise. I’d hardly allowed myself that answer. “I like him. A lot.”
“All right.”
He seemed satisfied with the basic answer, already moving on to the next question.
“When are you coming back over to the house?”
“I don’t know.”
“Your mom would like to see you sometime this week.”
“I’ll make time,” I promised.
“Good.”
He paused, and I took the moment to gather my courage. “Dad, um, will you be there some evening this week? I’d really like to see you too.”
“Really?” He sounded surprised but not unhappy.
“Yeah. It was nice going to the fundraiser with you, and I’d really like to spend more time together.”
The words were hard to say. Though I told my students over and over that expressing their wants and needs was important, that advice was easier said than done.
“Let’s make a plan,” Dad said. “I’ll talk to your mother. Maybe I can come home early one night, and we can all have dinner together.”
“That would be awesome,” I smiled, knowing Mom would also love that. “Bye, Dad.”
We hung up, the grin still plastered on my face.
What had Andrew said to make my father change his mind? I’d offered every argument I could think of the day before, and yet Andrew must have seen some angle I hadn’t.
Pulling up his name, I sent a text.
You’re a miracle worker.
The dots on the screen bounced as he typed back.
Mmm. Tell me more.
Laughing, I quickly typed a response.
My dad just called and apologized. He seems pretty happy. Whatever you said, it was the right thing. Have to run, but I can’t wait to see you again.
I’d already caught sight of Erica across the street, standing in the spot we always met at before yoga class. Putting my phone away, I grabbed my things and took advantage of a lull in traffic to run across the street.
“Like my new scarf?” Erica asked by way of greeting. She dramatically flipped the end of a scarf that was made out of enough fabric for a whole wardrobe.
“Fancy.” I laughed. “You could get lost in there.”
“That’s the idea.” She wound it around her face so that only her eyes peeked out. “Winter will never find me in here.”
“Are you going to wear that to yoga?” I opened the studio’s door for her.
“It doubles as a tool for ham stretches. So what’s up with you? Are your parents still upset?”
With ten more minutes to go before class started, we settled in the waiting area. Erica put her scarf into her bag and got busy tying up her hair.
“Believe it or not, no,” I answered.
“What happened?”
“My dad and Andrew talked.”
“And?” She looked at me with wide orbs for eyes.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “My dad called me while I was in the car and said he was sorry.”
Erica’s laugh was a sputtering one. “No. Bob Jacobs doesn’t apologize.”
“I know, right?”
“So you don’t know what Andrew said?”
“No, but I can’t wait to find out.”
“Damn, girl. Andrew is for real.”
“What do you mean?”
Erica took off her jacket and replaced it with a loose sweatshirt from her bag. “Most guys would go running after something like this, but Andrew not only talked to your dad, he stood up to his friend.” She eyed me. “That’s a big deal.”
My insides turned soft. “Yeah,” I quietly agreed. “It is.”
The door opened, and Erica briefly looked over before snapping her head back in my direction. “He’s back,” she hissed.
I didn’t have to ask. “Dirty Pirate Guy?”
“Mm-hmm.” She nodded, face glowing with excitement.
“Did he bring his pirate sword, or is he just happy to see you?”
“Shh,” she said with a giggle. “He’s coming over.”
I pressed my fingertips against my lips so I wouldn’t laugh.
“Hey,” a male voice said.
Erica sat up straighter. “Hi.”
“I’m Troy.”
“Erica. This is Lanie.”
I gave him a wave, noting that he had his dreadlocks tied up in exactly the same way Erica had fastened her hair.
“You ladies ready for class?” Troy asked.
“Absolutely,” Erica answered, batting her lashes. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
“Hey, what are you doing after class?” he questioned, gaze completely on Erica now. In fact, his back had turned to me. I might as well not have been there. “Want to get a kava?”
“A kava?” Erica frowned in confusion.
“Yeah, it’s a root from the Pacific islands. Way better than alcohol. That pollutes the system, you know?”
From where Troy couldn’t see me, I pulled a face. Erica was too focused on him to notice, though.
“There’s a new kava bar downtown,” Troy explained. “I’d love to buy you a drink, experience your first kava ride with you.”
I had to grind my teeth together to stop the laughter.
Erica smiled ruefully. “That sounds nice, Troy, but Lanie and I always go out after yoga.” She paused. “For alcohol, not kava.”
“Cool, cool.” He started to go on, but Erica cut in.
“I’m taken.”
An uncomfortable pause followed.
“Ah,” Troy said. “Right. Well, that’s cool. See you on the mat.”
“See you in Nirvana,” Erica answered.
I waited until Troy vanished down the hallway to speak. “Dude.”
She grimaced. “I felt bad letting him down.”
“Yeah, right.” I laughed. Seeing the serious look on her face, I fell quiet. “Oh. You’re being serious.”
Erica nodded. “Yeah.”
“But you loved flirting with him.”
“Flirting,” she stressed. “But once he asked me out,” Erica fell into the kind of reflective, quiet moment I never saw her in, “I realized how silly I was being.”
“Oh.” I stared at her, still not quite sure what to say.
“Matt is all I’ll ever need.” She shook her head.
My eyes burned. “Aw, Erica.”
“I know, right?” She dabbed at the tears collecting in her own eyes. “It’s so sappy.”
“No.” I smiled. “It’s perfect.”
“You’re going to have that, too, you know.”
I bit down on my lip. “Yeah, one day.”
“No. With Andrew,” she earnestly said.
“What are you, a fortune teller?”
She rolled her eyes. “No, I just have working eyesight.”
I ran my thumbnail across my lip, thinking about it all. Erica was voicing the very thing I wanted. It was too soon, though, and I was too chicken to admit some things.
“I told you before, Lanie. It’s inevitable that you and Andrew will end up together.”
“You never said that.”
She waved her hand. “Whatever. The thing is, I said things close to it. Andrew is the kind of guy you’ve always needed.”
I looked down at my lap, fingers twisting and heart swelling. Though I’d tried to be casual about Andrew from the beginning and not get my hopes up, the time had come to admit the truth. I wanted something deep and long-lasting, and I wanted Andrew to be the one to give it to me.
Maybe my dad coming around was a good sign, a hint at better days to come. The world was getting behind me and Andrew.
My best friend had found her happy ending. Perhaps, just maybe, my turn came next.