The Night She Got Lucky (28 page)

Lucio nodded. I said I needed some time to think it over. He got up to leave.

Sydney stood, as well. Hey, why don't you see if the new girlfriend wants to go along? You'll have to cover her air and hotel, of course, but if she's the adventurous type it might be fun for her.

It was a romantic notiontaking his love to an exotic island paradisebut he doubted Genevieve would appreciate the reality of the flying and crawling insects, dripping humidity, poverty, poisonous plants, and scorching sun. He could set her up at the new Four Seasons in Anahita, but she'd still be left alone while he traipsed through the jungle.

How soon do they need an answer? Lucio asked.

This week.

I'll get back to you. Lucio reached for the doorknob.

I have to say, Piers didn't expect this reaction.

Lucio turned around. Piers? What does he know of this job?

Well, they offered the assignment to him first, but he declined, suggesting they give it to you. We just got the offer yesterday.

Really? Lucio was shocked. Why would Piers turn down such an assignment? He needs the work as much as I do.

Sydney shrugged. I didn't ask. But apparently, he lobbied pretty hard for you. I think he just wants to help.

That is extraordinary, Lucio said, shaking his head. I am surprised, but maybe I shouldn't be. He has always gone out of his way to help me.

Those kinds of friends are one in a million, Lucky.

Indeed. Lucio stood in silence for a moment, letting the situation settle in his brain. Truly, he didn't understand why Piers would do such a thing, and it bothered him. Thank you, Sydney, he said, letting himself out. I'll get back to you soon.

By the time Lucio made it to the underground parking garage where he'd left the car, he knew the reason Piers's intervention was so puzzling: Piers knew all about his feelings for Genevieve. He knew that Lucio was trying to start a relationship with her. So why would Piers be working behind the scenes to get him a job that would send him so far away from her, for such a long time?

Was this jealousy? Was this about Sylvie, somehow?

Lucio turned the key in the ignition, shaking his head at his new level of paranoia. He could not let what happened in China make him doubt everyone in his life. If Lucio allowed that to happen, then Ilsa Knauss would have inflicted a fatal wound.

He picked up his new cell phone and, for the first time, appreciated the convenience. With two clicks of a button, he was ringing Piers's flat.

Buenos dias, mi amigo
. Would you mind if I stopped by? he asked.

Piers opened the door to his apartment with a huge grin, his eyes shining with excitement. Lucio immediately saw that Piers assumed he'd come to thank him. It was the happiest he'd seen Piers in months.

Come in! Come in! Piers said. I've been looking at your Web site! What fun you must be having!

Absolutely, Lucio said.

Please, please. Make yourself comfortable. I picked up another bottle of Rioja, thinking we might have something to celebrate. Would you care for a glass?

Lucio laughed. Sure, Piers. That would be nice.

He followed his friend out to the balcony, the spot that had become their private outdoor watering hole.

To new beginnings, Piers said, touching his wine glass to Lucio's.

Salud,
Lucio said, taking a sip and leaning back in the chair. He sighed and propped his feet on the iron railing, absently looking out over Green Street four stories below, with its string of Italian restaurants, and on to China Town a few blocks beyond.

So, have you just come from Sydney's? Piers asked, his grin still as wide as when he answered the door.

Yes, Lucio said. It was quite unexpected.

Piers laughed. I thought it would be more fun for you, finding out that way. Do you have any idea how hard it's been for me to keep my mouth shut all these weeks while
Nature
made their decision? You know how nitpicky Marco LaGuardia is.

He's one of the best photo editors I've ever worked for, Lucio said.

So? Did you sign today?

Ah, Lucio said, setting his glass down on the balcony's concrete floor. I did not sign. I wanted to stop by this afternoon and tell you that I won't be signing at all.

The light left Piers's face. His mouth collapsed and drew in tight. His eyes went flat. But
why
?

Look, Piers. I appreciate you thinking of me. Lucio touched his friend's trousers, feeling a bony knee beneath the cotton. But the reality is, I do not want to leave. I am happy here. I am not even certain I will accept any more out-of-country field assignments, ever.

Piers cocked his head in surprise, then leaned back in his chair, speechless.

Lucio laughed, a little annoyed by his obtuseness. Piers, just a few weeks ago you were toasting me and Genevieve, wishing us happiness. And then you went right out and tried to have me sent away, halfway across the world?

Piers's mouth fell open. Sent away? Since when does Lucky Montevez see an assignment as a
problem
? He looked mystified. It pays extremely well, and you need that money. Plus you have a good chance to make the cover, which will put you right back into the game. I do not understand.

Then Lucio saw itPiers truly did
not
understand. His anger left him. Piers, I wasn't joking when I told you how I felt about Genevieve.

Piers sputtered, then shrugged. I justwell, Lucky, if I may be blunt, it never occurred to me that you were serious when you said that. I mean, when have you ever been committed to a woman? I just assumed He ran a hand over his chin nervously. My God, Lucky, he whispered. None of this is what I intended. I owe you an apology.

He watched as Piers hung his head and shook it back and forth. Lucio gave him a moment to compose himself. He retrieved his wine glass from near his feet and took a couple sips. It is all right, Lucio said.

No! Piers jerked his head up and looked toward Lucio with a pained expression. I am such a poor friend! I did not listen to you. I did not
believe
you. And now I have caused you grief. He got up from his chair and leaned over the railing.

Piers was so tall and so much of his torso rose above the wrought iron that Lucio feared he could topple right over. Four stories wasn't a skyscraper, but it was enough to crush every bone in his body.

It is nothing. Forget it, Lucio said. It was a misunderstanding. Just tell Marco that you want the job after all. Tell him you mistakenly assumed I was available but I am not.

Piers looked over his shoulder and down at Lucio. You wouldn't mind?

Of course not, Lucio said, waving his hand around. They wanted you in the first place! It was your job from the beginning. Take it. Get back to work, Piers. It will do you good.

Piers nodded slowly, then turned his gaze out toward the city. I haven't accepted an assignment since Sylvie died.

I know,
mi amigo
.

I just realized something, Piers continued, chuckling softly. Maybe all that altruism was just a way for me to avoid facing my own fear. I was able to tell myself I was doing you a favor, when really, I was just afraid to get back into the world.

Lucio nodded, touched by his friend's introspective honesty. It could be.

Forgive me, Lucky. Piers let go of the railing and fell back into his chair. I can be so stupid sometimes.

There is nothing to forgive. Lucio laughed a little.

What is so funny?

Ah, it's just that maybe I should be asking for
your
forgiveness.

You? Piers seemed baffled. Why on earth?

Because I think I am more shaken up by that whole mess in China than I have led myself to believe. Knowing what Ilsa did to me has made me a bit paranoid. I even thoughtfor just a momentthat you, well, were out to get me.

Piers's mouth went wide, then he laughed.
What?

I know, I know, Lucio said. But just for an instant I worried you had arranged for me to go to Mauritius to take me from Genevieve. That you might be a little jealous because you've lost Sylvie and I've just found Genevieve.

Piers closed his mouth with an audible snap of his lips. I see, he said, looking away.

And that is why I ask for your forgiveness.

Piers nodded, but didn't say anything for a long moment. He sighed as he returned his gaze to Lucio. I know it must sting to know that someone you once cared about could treat you so badly. Ilsa tried to destroy your life. It must weigh heavily on you.

Lucio shrugged. Yes and no, he said, sipping his wine. I know she's under investigation and the whole thing will be cleared up eventually, but the more I fall in love with Genevieve and enjoy my pet portrait business, the less it enters my thoughts. Sometimes it feels like China was part of someone else's life. Even losing the Erskine doesn't seem like a fatal blow anymore. He looked up at Piers. Does that make any sense?

Piers offered a small smile. Sure.

I suppose it is no longer about how others perceive me. I am more focused on being true to my heart, being a good man to Genevieve, and being
happy
. Lucio noticed the incredulous look on Piers's face and they enjoyed a laugh together.

They wrapped up their visit a few minutes later, and Piers gave Lucio a big hug at the door. It had taken a while, but Lucio had convinced Piers to join him for dinner at Genevieve's the next evening.

Fine. I will come, Piers said, looking nervous.

You will love her, Lucio said.

Piers laughed. That's a given! But what if she despises me? You know I'm not good at socializing.

Lucio shook his head and chuckled. Relax, Piers. Genevieve is a good judge of character. She'll love you right back.

He settled back into the comfortable sofa in Rick's den, stuffed to the gills with greasy pepperoni pizza and chicken wings. It boggled Lucio's mind to see how much food Josh and Jason could consume in a sitting. Lucio knew he'd had a healthy appetite as a teenager, but perhaps not
this
healthy. He did not recall ever eating an extra-large pizza by himself.

A flag? What the'
Holding?
The ref is out of his mind! Jason turned to Lucio, slack-jawed, tomato sauce on his chin. Did you see that?

Lucio smiled. I did. But I am not an expert with American football. I'm more of a soccer man.

Sure, Josh said. Football in Europe is soccer, right?

Right.

Did you ever play? Jason asked, wiping his hand over his chin, which only served to spread the tomato sauce up his cheek.

I had no choice, Lucio said. My father was a professional soccer player when he was younga goalkeeper for the team in Seville. He also made it to the national team a few times.

No way! Josh said.

Sounds like me, Jason said, tossing a half-eaten slice back into the box. Dad was a big baseball star in college and he pretty much forced me to follow in his footsteps, but he freaked out on me when I didn't make the cut on the traveling team.

Lucio nodded. The same happened to me. My talent was behind a camera, not in front of a soccer goal. Unfortunately, it just gave my father another reason to make things difficult for me.

SOML, Jason said, shaking his head.

Lucio frowned. I'm afraid I do not understand.

That's text talk for ‘story of my life,' Josh said, scrunching up his nose as if he smelled something bad. Jason likes to use expressions he thinks make him cool.

A year on Antarctica wouldn't make you cool, Josh.

Lucio grabbed his beer to hide his smile.

So do you still hang with your dad? Does he still live in that area of Spain you're from? Jason asked.

Lucio nodded. He still lives in Las Alpujarras, but we have not spoken for twenty years, I am sorry to say.

Dude! Jason said. Seriously?

I am afraid so, Lucio said. He leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees and pressing his fingers together as he considered how to frame this story for the boys. We did not get along very well. He was I cannot find the word anyway, he was up and down all the time with his moods.

Unpredictable, Jason said.

Volatile, Josh said.

Oh, yes. Lucio paused a moment, not wanting to say anything negative about their own father, but knowing his story resonated with them.

Dad's like that sometimes, Jason said. It's frustrating, because I don't know which Dad I'm going to get when I go over therethe fun and nice one or the complete wack job.

It depends on how the ole in-and-out is going for him that week, Josh said.

Lucio coughed, nearly choking on his surprise. It was a shock to hear how jaded the fifteen-year-olds sounded. It was extremely sad.

Josh continued. Dad really thought his new pussy-puller would be drawing them in like flies, but it isn't working. At least the flies don't fly around for long.

After blinking a few times, Lucio knew he had to ask. What is a uh, what is this puller you mention?

The Porsche 911, Jason said. That's what Dad calls it. I guess it's supposed to help old guys attract young girls. Jason reached for his half-eaten pizza slice, and in three huge bites it was all eaten.

The Host!
Lucio let his forehead drop to his hands. It was a complete mystery how Genevieve had remained married to that man for so long.

So have you found out who did all that crap to you in China? Joshua asked, trying to change the subject. Do you have any suspects?

Lucio looked up from his hands, seeing the curious faces of the young men. He chuckled with the realization that Josh had not succeeded in changing the subject in the slightest.

There were quite a few suspects.

Really? Who? Jason asked.

A few women, Lucio said. Unfortunately, for much of my life I did not treat women very well. I left many of them angry with me.