Sharing Space (The Complete Series) (19 page)

When we approached the apartment door I could hear voices inside. It was surprising because I thought Patrick would be at work. I was even more stunned to turn the key, open the door, and see Patrick kissing Kelly Kennedy in my living room.

What was it with me and my impeccable timing?

Would it be any wonder if I developed a complex when it came to opening doors? They broke apart as Lawrence and I stood there. I’m pretty sure my mouth was open. It was the absolute last thing I expected to see and I felt as if I’d been punched in the stomach. Patrick took a step back from Kelly and looked just as shocked to see us. Kelly didn’t seem the slightest bit surprised or embarrassed. She walked over to us with her hand outstretched and flashing a five hundred watt smile.

“Hi, Chloe! So good to see you again.” She turned to Lawrence and shook his hand. “Hi, I’m Kelly.”

“Lawrence. Nice to meet you.”

Patrick and I just stared at one another.

Kelly looked from me to Patrick before saying, “Well, Patrick it looks like we weren’t the only ones with the same idea this afternoon.” I really looked at Kelly for the first time since entering the apartment. The smile never left her face and she looked like a very satisfied cat. 

“Kelly and I were—” Patrick began, but I didn’t want to hear it.

“Sorry we interrupted,” I muttered, grabbing Lawrence’s hand and dragging him to my bedroom. Once inside I shut the door and began to unbutton my coat.

“Is that—” Lawrence began to ask.

“Yeah, that’s Kelly Kennedy.”

Lawrence’s deep laugh filled my bedroom. “Oh, white boy got some serious game.”  To keep myself from hurting someone I went into my closet and grabbed the box with Lawrence’s stuff in it.

“Here.” I shoved the box into his arms. “You can leave now.”

I expected my attitude to hurt his feelings, but his smiled broadened instead. “You know, now it all makes sense. You can’t forgive me because you’re all caught up in that white boy out there. And from the looks of things, he’s not thinking about your black ass one bit.”

Gut check of the day number two.

As he left the room I recognized the look on his face as the same childish satisfaction I’d had on mine not an hour before. Once again, it was easier for him to believe the reason I couldn’t forgive him was someone else’s fault. Good riddance.

I heard the front door open and close as Lawrence left. What now? I certainly wasn’t going to sit in my room while Patrick and Kelly did who-the-hell-knows-what in my—I mean, our—living room. I grabbed my coat off the bed. Where I was off to in the middle of the day was beyond me, but I knew I had to be anywhere but that apartment. Hell, I’d go back to work before I hid in my bedroom while Patrick made out with that… that… actress. I kept my eyes fixed on the front door as I made my way past the living room.

“Chloe.”

I pretended not to hear Patrick and kept walking.

“Chloe.” He was louder this time, unavoidable.

I stopped to look at Patrick, standing in the living room. Kelly was nowhere in sight.

“Chloe. We need to talk. And we need to do it now.”

Chapter Three

Setting the Record Straight

Patrick

Chloe looked as if she wanted to run, but I wasn’t going to let her.
Her face when she entered the apartment told me everything I needed to know. Things had gone too far. She dropped her keys and coat on the sofa and just looked at me.

Okay. She’s not going to make this easy.

“What you saw between Kelly and I—”

“Is none of my business, Patrick. You don’t have to explain yourself to me. This is your house, too.”

“Will you stop doing that?”

“Doing what?”

“It bothered you seeing me kissing Kelly. I could tell, but you want to stand there and act like it didn’t. Just like it bothered me to see you walk in here with Lawrence.”

“That wasn’t—”

“You don’t have to explain yourself. See? See how frustrating that is?”

I could tell that I’d broken through. Her body relaxed and she no longer looked as if she was going to spring through the ceiling.

“Chloe, Kelly and I were rehearsing a scene for an audition I have and the scene called for a kiss. I wasn’t expecting it, but she did it. It wasn’t romantic at all. It wasn’t—”

“What it looked like?”

“I was going to say that it wasn’t like what happened with us.”

Perhaps I’d pushed too far, but I didn’t care. I was tired of the game we were playing and one way or another it was going to stop.

“Patrick, I already told you—”

“I know what you told me in your letter. That’s not good enough. Chloe, we’re too old for this. We kissed. It happened. It’s done with. I’m sorry if you’re uncomfortable talking about it, but it’s obvious we need to. We were starting something really good here, don’t you think? I miss that. I miss you. I don’t like the fact that we barely see each other and we never talk over something so stupid.”

“Is that what it was to you? Stupid?”

“No, that’s not what I meant. Kissing you wasn’t stupid.” I stepped closer to her. I wanted to take her hand, but I didn’t want to push it. She was there. She was listening. “Kissing you was amazing and it happened because I wanted it, and so did you. Was it right? I don’t know. But if it’s going to cause us to avoid each other and fight then it never has to happen again. Not if you don’t want it to.”

She just looked at me for a few moments. I could tell she was trying to choose her words carefully.

“I really don’t know what I want right now. I know that I don’t want to fight with you and I don’t like the fact that we don’t… that things aren’t the way they were. And really, Patrick, right now I guess I do know one thing. I want to take things slow, and I want things to go back to the way they were before that night.”

“Me too.” Not touching her was extremely hard. She looked so tired and vulnerable. “So, why can’t they?”

“I don’t know.”

“How ‘bout this: we admit that we are attracted to one another, right?”

“Right.”

“We care about each other?”

“Definitely.”

“But we don’t want to start anything that will ruin the friendship?”

“Exactly.”

“So, we don’t let it. You want to take it slow? I’m fine with that. Chloe, let’s just work on getting things back to the way they were and go from there.”

“You think it’s that simple, huh?”

“It can be.”

Chloe sat on the sofa and I knelt in front of her. Taking a chance, I took one of her hands in mine. “Chloe, I think you’re amazing. You’re beautiful, smart, and funny. I care about you. That night, I was attracted to you. Hell, I’m still attracted to you right now. We were two consenting adults acting on a moment. If you’re not ready for it to be anything more than that, I’m cool with it. I just want my friend back.”

She took a deep breath and squeezed my hand. “I miss you, too.”

I laughed. “Was that so hard?”

“Seriously? Yes! I felt so stupid after what happened—”

“After we kissed,” I said.

“Yes. After we kissed. I’m not sure I’m ready to jump into anything and I would hate for us to do something that would jeopardize our friendship, something we’d later regret. I should have just said that to begin with.”

“Yeah, you should have, but I didn’t have to let things go as far as they did. What happened today—”

“Really, Patrick.” Chloe stood up. “You don’t have to.”

I rose with her and we stood face to face. “I want to. There is nothing between Kelly and me. We—”

“I’m serious. Don’t explain.”

I had started to tell Chloe about my past relationship with Kelly, but I thought it would spoil the mood. “You’re right. It’s not important. You know what is important?”

“What?”

“That we’re okay.”

“We’re okay.”

“Can I hug you now or will you not talk to me for like three weeks if I do?”

“Shut up.” Then Chloe took the lead and hugged me. “Now,” she said as we broke away, “let me explain about Lawrence.”

“You really don’t have to. I saw him leaving with the box. He’s not good enough for you. You’re too smart to take him back. I have faith in you.”

“Oh, you sound pretty sure.”

“I mean, come on! He’s not me.”

It worked. Chloe laughed and punched me on the arm. “Well, tell me about this audition.”

After I gave Chloe the details, she smiled and said confidently, “You’re so going to get this.”

“I don’t know. It’s a long shot. I’m honestly just grateful for the audition.”

“Don’t worry. I have faith in you, too.”

She smiled as she said it and I felt as if I could do anything. When Chloe shared with me her good news about the possible promotion at work I knew exactly what I had to do.

“Let me take you to dinner.”

“It’s not even definite yet, Patrick.”

“So what? It’s good news. Lila sees potential in you and I snagged a big break audition. That calls for a dinner out. An expensive one. On me.”

“Well, if you’re sure.”

“Good. It’s a date.”

“Is it?”

“It’s whatever you want it to be, Chloe.”

She smiled again and my stomach dropped.

This woman is going to be the death of me.

“Are you flirting with me?” she asked.

“Absolutely.”

Chapter Four

Home Sweet Home

Chloe

We agreed to meet back at the apartment by six-thirty. Even though I’d assured Patrick where we were going didn’t require fancy attire, I still wanted to buy a new pair of shoes. 

Tonight feels like a new pair of shoes kind of night.
 

Patrick said he had a quick errand to run, which worked for me. I felt silly letting him know I was buying new shoes for the occasion. I charged the black strappy shoes on my credit card even though it was not in my monthly budget. I reasoned that if I got the promotion I’d be able to pay off three times the amount of the shoes next month with no problem. After a relaxing soak in the tub I was in my bedroom, trying to find the perfect outfit that said
taking it slow.
I had just settled on a black wrap-around dress with a flowing knee-length skirt when there was a knock on my bedroom door.

“Are you ready?”

I glanced at my bedside table. “It’s only six!”

“I know, but I’m ready. Where are we going?”

“Patience, Patrick, patience. Give me a few a minutes.”

“How many is a few?”

“Thirty!”