Desperate Chances
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I watched as Mitch walked through the parking lot looking like walking, talking awesome. His hair had recently been cut and curled around his ears. He was wearing a faded green bomber jacket with old military patches on the sleeves that I had always loved. He must be going for the I-didn’t-feel-like-shaving-this-morning look because he had a day’s growth on his face that really worked for him. My stomach did a few flip-flops just to make sure I was paying attention.
“What makes you think I forgot something at home?” I put a hand on my hip and tried to be sassy. Like I would have been before I had lost my damn mind over this man.
“I’ve seen that expression enough times to know you’ve either a. left your phone somewhere. B. Forgotten your wallet. Or c. remembered you left the coffee machine on and are freaking out that the apartment is going to burn down.”
Damn, he really did know me so well.
I dropped my hand and I lightly slapped my thigh. “Well hot damn, you’ve got me.” Mitch chuckled and I liked how easy it sounded. “Actually I’m supposed to be on my way to the botanical gardens in Littlewood and I forgot my camera. And my notebook. And my car…”
Mitch’s eyes twinkled in bemusement “How the hell did you forget your car? Did you teleport here or something? Oh man, did you figure out the whole space-time continuum thing? Because if so, you need to share.”
“Ha, ha, smart ass. Vivian dropped me off at the library this morning because my car is in the shop. I wasn’t thinking about that when I scheduled the interview for my feature. I guess I was just super excited to set up everything. This is my first full length feature as a staff writer and I wanted to do things right.” I looked at my watch and realized I was screwed. “But it seems I jumped the gun a bit and now I’m going to have to reschedule the interview. Which makes me look like a total amateur,” I grumbled. I pulled out my phone and was starting to dial the number to the gardens when Mitch spoke up.
“Well, hang on a minute. I don’t have anything going on today, how about I drive you out to Littlewood?”
“What?” I asked in shock. Was he really suggesting we spend time together? Had he hit his head and been rendered temporarily insane?
Mitch shrugged. “It’s no big deal. You’re without a car. I have one in perfect working order, just over there. We can’t have you looking like an amateur, now can we?”
Was he teasing me? It had been so long since he had I was pretty sure I had forgotten what it sounded and looked like.
“Is that such a good idea?” I had to ask it. I had been told to stay away from him. And even though I had no intention of letting Sophie Lanier boss me around, she was still his girlfriend and it had to be his call.
Mitch chewed on the inside of mouth and nodded. “Yeah, it’s fine.” I couldn’t tell if he knew about my run in with Sophie and I wasn’t about to ask him.
“Okay, sounds good,” I said but then narrowed my eyes speculatively. “I don’t have my wallet so I can’t bribe you with food or beer. Or Twizzlers.”
Mitch put his hand on the small of my back to begin steering me towards his car. I tried not to shiver at his touch. I almost succeeded. Almost. Did he notice? I sure hope not. “I’ll take a rain check then,” he said, unlocking the doors with his key fob. “Now get it.”
I got into the passenger side of Mitch’s Jeep, moving a pile of dirty socks and old tennis shoes to the floor. I made a face as I handed him a moldy banana peel. “You still keep your car like this? It’s brand new! But look at it! How many times have I told you that growing penicillin in your car is a bad thing?” I gagged a little.
“How many times have I told you that if you have a problem with it, I’ll be more than happy to let you clean it.” Mitch turned on the engine and started to back out of the parking space.
“Watch out!” I screamed, pointing to the van that was reversing at the same time.
Mitch maneuvered around the other vehicle while laying on his horn and giving the other guy the finger. “Oh my god, I forgot about what a horrible backseat driver you are,” Mitch complained.
I gasped as he took a turn too quickly, driving up over the curb and narrowly missing the mailbox. “And I forgot about what a supremely shit driver you are.”
“Hey, I’ve never been in an accident,” he countered.
“Not one that the police have been called to,” I corrected.
“That tree came out of nowhere,” he argued.
“Yeah it jumped out of the ground and ran into your car. How could I forget?” I remarked dryly.
“Turn on the radio. I don’t want to hear you lecturing me about using my signal before I turn the whole way there,” he grumped but his lips twitched and I knew he wasn’t serious.
“God forbid you follow the rules of the road, Mitch Abrams,” I muttered, trying to cover my smile.
This was an old song and dance. One that we had done a thousand times before.
It felt good.
Like maybe I hadn’t completely lost my best friend.
Sophie could suck it.
I turned on the radio and a familiar song blasted through the speakers. I looked over at him in surprise.
“You still have this CD?” I asked him.
I noticed that his cheeks flushed a peculiar shade of red. As though he were embarrassed at being found out.
“Yeah, well shit pop grows on you after a while,” he replied gruffly.