How long had I been asleep? I wondered, staring into the grayness that seemed to envelop the room.
And who in the name of all that was good and holy was ringing the doorbell?
I rolled off my side and put my hand down on the carpet to sit up. The carpet sucked my hand into the depths of its soaked pile, and I remembered everything all in a flash that had the force of a slap across the face.
I took a deep breatha deep, mind cleansing breath to battle the panic I could start to feel forming a knot in my chest.
And held it in.
Something smelled awful.
Something smelled absolutely foul.
Apparently, the crying fit Id had earlier had precluded any post-throw-up damage control; and the puddle of it was now fermenting on the carpet.
And still the doorbell kept right on ringing.
Id been wrapped in a towel when Id fallen asleep earlier, and now it was sort of bunched up around me and under menot really on me anymore. I was going to have to throw on some clothes before I went to answer the door, so whoever it waspersistent as they might bewas going to have to wait.
Period.
I picked myself up off the floor and made a mad dash for the robe I kept hanging on the back of the bedroom door. That was going to have to do, since the maniac doorbell-ringer couldnt seem to keep his fingers to himself.
As I sprinted down the hall to the front door, I plotted ways to break that finger and possibly all of the other digits on the hands of whomever was doing the bell-ringing.
Someone was going to regret this.
Someone was going to wish theyd been a little more appreciative of ten functioning fingers.
Someone wasRay.
Nice robe, sweets, but hopefully you dont always answer the door wearing that. Ray grinned at me and thrust a bottle of wine in my hands. Oh, and I realize it might be all natural and organic, but you might want to rethink the barf doubling as a hair gel. It kind of reeks, he added, fanning the air and bending slightly to kiss my forehead as he came through the door.
I was still standing there with my mouth open, feeling somehow robbed now that I knew I wasnt going to get to yell at anyone or break any bones.
I blinked and shut my mouth, realizing it might not smell so hot in there, considering the afternoons events. Mental note to make a bathroom detour to brush the teeth.
Rough day, Zoë? Ray asked over his shoulder as he walked toward the kitchen, presumably to comb the contents of the fridge. It was his first stop anytime he came over, so I usually made sure I had an ample supply of Fig Newtons chilling out in there. Not that normal people generally kept cookies in their refrigerators, but thisas Id learned over the past several monthswas how Ray McPherson preferred them. And Ray was not normal.
I rolled my eyes and shuffled along behind him.
He had no idea how rough.
Little bit.
So tell me about it, he said around a mouthful of cookie. The man wasted no time.
I blew out a puff of air, wondering where to start.
That bad, huh? he asked, still seeming extremely upbeat. Not that my mood was really anything to compare it to.
I set the wine bottle down on the counter and took his hand. Follow me, Ray McPherson, and behold the indescribable bliss that has been my day, I said as I led him out of the kitchen and down the hall.
Showing him would be much easier than explaining everything.
Where are we going, Zoë Trent, and why are we using full names?
Just wait, I said over my shoulder as we neared the bedroom.
Oh, hey. Um, yeah, Zoë, I love ya and all, but Ray stopped the minute his feet hit the destroyed carpet. Even in shoes, the difference was obvious. That, and the overpowering smell of the puddle Id left on the floor left both of us at a momentary loss for words.
What the? Ray turned to me, his eyes wide in amazement, his nose crinkled involuntarily in disgust.
I wasnt sure whether to answer, cry, or throw up again, because I had the overwhelming urge to do all three. I decided that the best thing was simply to tell him what happened. Then maybe he would be able to tell me if more crying or throwing up again were warranted or just a waste of energy.
The water heater. In the closet there, I stammered, pointing in the direction of the door that stood open. It exploded? Or leaked? Or something? It might have been an irrefutable fact given the state of the carpet, but it came out sounding like a question, simply because I still wasnt sure what exactly had happened to the water heater.
Or why.
The carpet made very odd, very loud wet noises under Rays feet as he walked across the room.
Hmmm, he grunted and scratched his head, working from the back, to the right side, to the hair that ended just above his forehead. He let out a huge burst of air, then ran the back of his right hand back and forth under his chin, skipping up his jaw line to scratch his beard.
And then he started laughing.
Im glad you think this is funny, Ray, but I fail to see the humor in all of this. Look, I said, gesturing wildly at the room around me. Look at this room! What am I supposed to do? This isnt the kind of thing thats supposed to happen when youre just watching someones house. This isnt the kind of thing thats supposed to happen to women who are already teetering on the edge.
The crying had started again.
And the snot.
My God, the snot.
Why is it that when youre already reduced to extreme indignity, youre taken down even more by a seemingly unending stream of mucus?
How fair is that?
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and covered them with my hands, trying to stave off the flow of tears, wishing like hell that I could just crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head. I felt Ray wrap his arms around me, wordlessly pulling me into an embrace.
I could have melted into his arms. I felt weightless, formless, and somehow like Id finally reached water after having been denied it. It had been so long since Id had a mans arms around me, an eternity since Id last felt the security of being held by someone whose bulk felt like a refuge. Somehow, every tear, every gut-wrenching sob that I thought I no longer had in me was dredged up as I stood there wrapped in Rays arms. There was nothing romantic in the exchange. It was the solace of one friend to another, where nothing but human contact was needed.
We stood like that for what seemed like forever, the water heater and ruined carpet fading somewhere into a distant haze of unimportance as Ray stroked my hair and listened to my choked sobbing.
Chapter 8
So tell me about this bottle of wine, I said, reaching for the Shiraz that had been sitting on my kitchen counter without explanation for the past two hours.
Ray and I had done as much damage control as we could in the bedroom, then decided to make another go of it once it was daylight and within normal hours of operation for water heater repair men.
Ray shifted his weight and leaned against the counter.
What?
He bit his lip against a huge grin that was threatening to escape and reached into one of the millions of pockets of his faded cargo pants. No one would ever accuse Ray of being a metro-sexual.
I was about to ask him if he had a frog in his pocket when he suddenly held out his hand, a black velvet box resting in his palm.
My eyes widened, and for the umpteenth time that night, my eyes were welling with tears. But these, for once, were happy tears.
I set the wine back down on the counter and took the small box from his hand. I held it for a moment, running my fingers lightly over the top, feeling the gentle curve of the lid and the crush of the velvet under my fingertips. I realized I was holding my breath when I opened the box, and the faint creak of the hinge was the loudest thing in the room.
Nestled in the blackness of the box was the most beautiful ring Id ever seen, one that put even the ring Paul had given me to shame.
One-point-five carats of princess-cut perfection sparkled brilliantly, seeming to capture every possible ray of light in the tiny kitchen.
I looked up at Ray, who stood silently, breathlessly awaiting my words.
And there were no words.
I reached out to him and pulled him into my arms, happier than Id felt in longer than I could remember.
What do you think? he mumbled into my shoulder, finally breaking the silence.
I smiled even though he couldnt see my face. Yes, I whispered, my eyes closed as tears crept out the corners and trailed down my cheeks. I think shell say yes.
Its amazing how much life can change in the space of two months.
I knew from first-hand experience how much could change in the blink of an eye, but I had been on pause for so long that the past two months were like a whirlwind.
Kate was settling in nicely to her new position up in Atlantabettering the world in ways that made me feel as though I was merely taking up space on the planet, while she battled every day on behalf of those without voices. Shed been there only a month, but it felt as though shed been gone a lifetime.
During the month between her return to the country and starting her new job, she had been a daily part of my life, and our relationship had recovering the strength it had lost while shed been away. Life was gaining normalcy, little by little, and having Kate there to help me keep my perspective was invaluable. She was a lifeline for me, but I knew I wasnt the only one who was now feeling the sting of her absence.
Though Buzzing Beans and I were seeing less and less of each other, Rays presence in my life had grown beyond the brick walls of the coffee house. He was basically the man in my life now, calling at various points of the day to check on me, stopping by the house just for a quick visit and a cookie. It had been how Id discovered his absurd love of refrigerated Fig Newtons. He had come to check up on the house one day, supposedly just to see how things were going, and hed wandered to the fridge. Hed peeked inside, then closed the door and shaken his head regrettably, all the while muttering under his breath about the uncivilized living conditions of a house with no Fig Newtons in the refrigerator.
Needless to say, the next time he did a spot check, there they satwaiting just for him.
As all three of our lives became increasingly intertwined, romance bloomed, and soon Kate and Ray became nearly inseparable during her month there with me. The three of us had regular outings together, weekly trips to the movies and dinner. Game nights that lasted until the latest hours of the night. But in between those games and dinners and movies, Kate and Ray stole time together that didnt include me, time that forged their bond as a couple instead of the trio that had begun it all. He complemented her in ways that made it inarguably apparent that this was it. After shed moved to Atlanta, theyd been reduced to daily phone calls and video chats, but I knew they were both aching to see one another in person.