Not the guy, Lila thought as she did the rounds to check security, but the act itself, and all the questions that dogged the mind and heart after it was done.
Is it me? Why couldn’t I make it work? Who will I have dinner with?
When you lived in a culture of couples, it could make you feel less when you were flying solo.
“I don’t,” Lila assured the cat, who’d curled up in his own little bed sometime between the last kabob and the first cupcake. “I’m okay being single. It means I can go where I want, when I want, take any job that works for me. I’m seeing the world, Thomas, and okay, talking to cats, but I’m okay with that, too.”
Still, she wished she’d been able to talk Julie into staying over. Not just for the company, but to help deal with the hangover her friend was bound to have come morning.
Mini cupcakes were Satan, she decided as she readied for bed. So cute and tiny, oh, they’re like eating nothing, that’s what you tell yourself, until you’ve eaten half a dozen.
Now she was wired up on alcohol and sugar, and she’d never get to sleep.
She picked up the binoculars. Still some lights on, she noted. She wasn’t the only one still up at . . . Jesus, one forty in the morning.
Sweaty Naked Guy was still up, and in the company of an equally hot-looking guy. Smug, Lila made a mental note to tell Julie her gaydar was like Superman.
Party couple hadn’t made it to bed yet; in fact it looked as though they’d just gotten in. Another swank deal from their attire. Lila admired the woman’s shimmery orange dress, and wished she could see the shoes. Then was rewarded when the woman reached down, balancing a hand on the man’s shoulder, and removed one strappy, sky-high gold sandal with a red sole.
Mmm, Louboutins.
Lila scanned down.
Blondie hadn’t turned in yet either. She wore black again—snug and short—with her hair tumbling out of an updo. Been out on the town, Lila speculated, and it didn’t go very well.
She’s crying, Lila realized, catching the way the woman swiped at her face as she spoke. Talking fast. Urgently. Big fight with the boyfriend.
And where is he?
But even changing angles she couldn’t bring him into view.
Dump him, Lila advised. Nobody should be allowed to make you so unhappy. You’re gorgeous, and I bet you’re smart, and certainly worth more than—
Lila jerked as the woman’s head snapped back from a blow.
“Oh my God. He hit her. You bastard. Don’t—”
She cried out herself as the woman tried to cover her face, cringed back as she was struck again.
And the woman wept, begged.
Lila made one leap to the bedside table and her phone, grabbed it, leaped back.
She couldn’t see him, just couldn’t see him in the dim light, but now the woman was plastered back against the window.
“That’s enough, that’s enough,” Lila murmured, preparing to call 911.
Then everything froze.
The glass shattered. The woman exploded out. Arms spread wide, legs kicking, hair flying like golden wings, she dropped fourteen stories to the brutal sidewalk.
“Oh God, God, God.” Shaking, Lila fumbled with the phone.
“Nine-one-one, what is your emergency?”
“He pushed her. He pushed her, and she fell out the window.”
“Ma’am—”