Oh well, whatever. He was a man. A single man. A single man with a Harley Fat Boy and a beat up pickup truck that Martha was right about, it needed to be traded up and that trade up should have happened around a decade ago. This wasn’t a big surprise and, truthfully, I might be concerned if he had a picture perfect house in a suburb that looked like Ada haunted the place.
That would be bad.
I was turning to gather my overnight case, purse and the white bag with the robin’s egg blue ink stamp of hummingbirds and hibiscus blossoms around the words, “Tessa’s Cakes”
when my phone rang.
It was probably Brock though why I thought this, I didn’t know. He said be there at six and although I took time out for my kick-boxing class and extended that with a side trip to the mall, I still left the bakery early to go home and get ready. The kids that worked for me were good and the shelves, displays and cake stands were stocked with plenty of goodies to see them through so I didn’t have a problem doing this and did it often. So it was now two to six.
I wasn’t late. I was actually, if you got down to it, early.
Maybe there was a change of plans. In the four months we were seeing each other, this happened. Not regularly, Brock didn’t usually miss seeing me and if he had to change plans, it usually meant he had to see me later or leave early but it was rare he’d cancel.
In fact, thinking about it, I didn’t recall that ever happening.
Therefore, curious, I pulled out my phone and saw it said “Unknown Caller”.
I touched the screen as I felt my brows draw together, put it to my ear and greeted,
“Hello.”
“Yo, bitch. You got Elvira.”
I blinked at my dashboard.
Then I said, “Uh… hey.”
“Uh… hey right back at ‘cha. Listen, your homegirl gave me your number ‘cause I called her ‘cause Gwen and me were doin’ a little lookin’ around in Cherry Creek durin’ my extended lunch break and we saw you in the lingerie section of Nordstrom’s.”
“Oh,” I replied. “Okay.”
“So?” she asked and I felt my brows draw together again when she said no more.
“So?” I asked back.
“So, what gives?”
“What gives?”
“Yeah, what gives? You were drinkin’ cosmos with us in Stepford country when we were talkin’ ‘bout your bad news boy and I do not think it bodes well two days later that you’re in the lingerie section of Nordstrom’s,” she stated then announced, “This here’s a phone intervention.”
“A phone intervention?”
“A phone intervention. See, I work for Hawk Delgado and Hawk’s Gwen’s man which, incidentally, is why I’m allowed to take extended lunch breaks in the lingerie section of Nordstrom’s with the company credit card. But, anyway, Gwen pumped Hawk for intel about your bad news boy and so did I and we put our heads together. Hawk… well, he says your boy is bad news, not that we didn’t know that already. But Hawk agreeing, considering he’s Hawk, confirms it.”
Damn it all to hell.
It was only me who could run into a well-intentioned but nosy, inappropriately meddling and slightly frightening black woman at a really bad baby shower and it was only Martha who would give her her number and then, in turn, give her mine.
“Elvira, I… well, thank you for… I mean, I don’t really know you but thanks for looking out for me but it’s unnecessary. It’s all good.”
“Just you sayin’ that means it’s all bad. We’ve decided its cosmos at Gwen’s. Trace and Cam are in and so is Martha. Tonight. Eight o’clock. Don’t worry about eatin’ ‘cause I’m doin’ boards.”
“I can’t make it because I’m having dinner with Brock.”
This was met with a moment of silence then a muttered, “Oh boy.”
I looked through the windshield and up to the top floor and saw it. Apartment sixteen, on the end next to some tall, bushy pine trees that meant if he had side windows, those trees would block out the light.
Then I pulled in a light breath.
Then I looked at my dashboard and whispered, “I left my husband the day after he raped me.” I heard her suck in breath and hers wasn’t light. “This was after eight years of a not great marriage then two years of him hitting me, not regular, but when he did it, he did it hard. This came out during the questioning at the Station and Brock was observing. When he heard me say I’d been raped, he threw a chair. I heard it. I heard the crash. He threw a chair and they had to drag him out so he wouldn’t interrupt the questioning to get to me.”
Elvira, for once, was silent.
I, for once, was not.
“His sister was raped as was an old girlfriend. His father jacked his mother around and he assumed the role of man of the house at seven years old. When a woman means something to him, he takes care of her. He told me this and I believe him. I mean something to him. I don’t know what you’ve heard or who this Hawk guy is but I know who Brock is to me. Now I’d love to have cosmos with you and the girls. But I won’t listen to anyone trash talking Brock because he also means something to me and only he and I know what’s going on between us and all that other shit, well, Elvira, it just doesn’t matter.”
She, again, was silent.
I, again, was not.
“Honey, you’re the third person in six years I told that to. Martha just found out last night.
Brock heard me say it and he’s unfortunately got experience with this kind of thing and he knew I’d buried it and he’s helping me to move on from it. This is not a man you don’t trust.
He has my back, he has my front and he’s handling me with care. Trust me.”
“All right, girl,” she whispered.
“And thank you again for being cool. Any other time with any other guy when all this other stuff isn’t happening, I’d appreciate it. But this isn’t what it seems, it’s something a whole lot different.”
“Okay,” she said quietly.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“We didn’t mean –” she started but I quickly cut her off.
“I know you didn’t, honey.”
“I won’t say anything to them about, you know,” she assured me and I closed my eyes.