The long drive seemed longer than it was because there was nothing to see except landscape that never changed.
“I’ve never been in a car this long without seeing another car,” observed Jamison as she drove along. “And I grew up in Indiana.”
“This is Big Sky country.”
Jamison looked out the window. “You got that right. You don’t get this sort of impression in DC or New York.”
Decker glanced at her wrist, where she had tattedIron Butterfly. “You said your mother got you onto that band when you were a kid. After they re-formed.”
She smirked. “Wow, goodmemory.”
“Still listen to their music?”
“I’ve moved on to Janis Joplin, and the Doors.”
He glanced at her hand. “When I first met you, I noticed the slight indentation on your ring finger from when you were married before.”
She glanced sharply at him. “I’ve never known you to make small talk. What gives?”
“Maybe I’m evolving.”
“Okay.”
“You’ve never really spoken about your ex. You just told me you were married for two years and three months, then things went sideways. He wasn’t the man you thought he was and maybe you weren’t the woman he thought you were.”
She frowned. “Sometimes your perfect recall is really irritating.”
“How do you think I feel? So?”
“Nothing to really say about it other than what I already did. Dan was different when we dated. He was all things I liked. After we said our vows and started living together, he became all things I disliked. And maybe I became that way to him. Though I don’t think I ever really changed.”
“Amicable split?”
“We were both too young and I was too naïve. Way too naïve. He . . . he took advantage of that, at least thinking back I see that.”
“Where is he now?”
She shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine.” She glanced at him again with an annoyed look that she finished off with a warm smile. “Right now, I think I liked it better when you had no interest at all in personal matters.”
He held up his hands in mock surrender and then stared out the window. “When I woke up from my coma in the hospital after getting wrecked on that football field, I thought everything was normal. I thoughtIwas still normal. Until it happened.”
“What happened?”
“You know the little monitor on the stand they have to record your vitals?”
“Yeah.”
“When I looked at the numbers there, I was seeing them in all sorts of different colors. At first, I just thought my vision was still funky, or maybe I was just out of sorts. You have to understand that I still didn’t know what had happened to me. But later, when I looked at the clock on the wall, same thing—weird-ass colors. Then I knew I was definitely not the same. And when I had to interact with people, well, it was a brave new world. I’m sure the doctors and nurses were glad to be rid of me. I was a royal pain in the ass. I was somebody else but only in the same body. My way of coping was just to . . . not cope. Just move on as though I’d always been that way.”
“But you seem to understand it a lot better than when we first met. Back then you were really aloof, and impossible to read. And you had absolutely no—”
She stopped and looked nervous.
He glanced at her. “No filter? You’re right. And I’m notthatmuch better now.”
“You don’t walk out of rooms while people are still talking to you nearly as much as you used to,” she said encouragingly.
“I guess progress is measured in baby steps.”