Off Chance

20

I just came off an extra two-day shift I picked up at the Station and this early morning run I just finished is exactly what I need before I’m able to collapse into my bed and get caught up on some sleep. We were insanely busy and I’m lucky if I’ve had a total of eight hours of shuteye in the last two days.

Opening the door to the apartment, I quietly enter so I don’t wake Rowan up. All was silent half an hour ago when I opened the door to just drop my duffel bag in the foyer before heading out to run. I gently close the door and turn the locks.

“Is that you, Flynn?” I hear Rowan call out from the kitchen.

Walking in, I see her sitting at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of coffee. She looks up at me and smiles a greeting, but it doesn’t actually reach her eyes. “Guess I wasn’t as quiet as I thought I was.”

The smile slips and she says, “I heard the locks clicking.”

I cringe from that statement, a brutal reminder that Rowan still has issues that she is dealing with and thus keeps me firm in my resolve to move on.

But it’s fucking killing me.

The minute I walked into the kitchen and saw her, with the morning sunlight pouring down on top of her from the small, high window that sits above the fridge, I thought she looked like an angel.

A sad angel.

There is something different about Rowan and it clearly changed the night I went on my first date with Jennifer. She has become a little more withdrawn from me, and I can’t figure out if it’s because she’s angry or if she’s sad. Hell, it may be that our friendship has run its course and what was once new and exciting has now become an old hat for both of us.

I know one thing though... I do miss the camaraderie we had shared before, and while I still find myself pining for what may have been with Rowan, I am trying my damnedest to leave the thought of an intimate relationship with her behind.

I’m done being mad at her though.

And I was mad. I mean, really pissed after she spurned me that night. I was mad that she couldn’t see past her fears to something that could have been miraculously wonderful for both of us. I was furious that this brave, strong, independent woman didn’t have the chops to venture even further. Red was the color I saw when I looked at her because I was hurting so bad.

But then I decided I had to move past it. I had to move on, just like she told me. And while I hadn’t really been looking for a relationship before I met Rowan, I got to thinking that maybe it was time for me to find one. A woman that would want to venture forth with me rather than standing timidly in the shadows. A woman that I could look at... the way Nix looks at Emily and says, She’s my everything.

That’s what I wanted and if I couldn’t have it with Rowan, I’m sure I could have it with someone else.

I let one of my co-workers hook me up with his cousin, Jennifer. She’s two years older than me and an investment banker. She’s polished, educated, and outgoing, and I even emailed my mom the morning after that first date to tell her all about it because I knew she would be thrilled at the prospect.

So, there you have it. I’m officially dating. Jennifer has a slammin’ body from what I’ve been able to see through her tailored clothes and designer heels. I also know this because she told me... exhaustively... about her workout routines. It seems Jennifer is a bit of a health nut, and while I’m all for working out and taking care of the body, I’ll never be one of those “drink nothing but spinach and kale shakes” type of people.

Like Jennifer.

On our first date, I almost laughed because not only did she order just a side salad for her entire dinner, but she asked for it with no dressing.

That’s right... no fucking dressing.

She didn’t even ask for it to be brought on the side... she had cold, plain lettuce for her meal. It would have been the cheapest date ever but she did order an expensive sparkling water to go with it, which was fine by me. I didn’t want to have to hear her stomach grumbling through the movie.

Still... I’ve had a good time the few times we’ve been out. We’ve never been at a loss for things to talk about, and while she tends to show more interest in herself that she does anything else, it’s not a bad way to spend my free time.

The best thing though, is that we are taking it slow and so far there have been no expectations to move this to anything deeper than some casual dates at this point. And that’s fine by me because while I’m doing exactly what Rowan suggested I do, I’m not exactly throwing one-hundred percent of my effort into it.

It’s kind of hard to do when you’re still stuck on someone else.

Walking over to the refrigerator, I open it and pull out a bottle of water, twisting the cap and drinking it down. I watch Rowan as I chug, and she’s staring a bit vacantly at her cup. She looks sad and lonely... which makes me sad, and I have to wonder if it is because I haven’t been around a lot lately? I have been picking up some overtime and I’ve had a few dates with Jennifer, so we definitely don’t hang as much as we used to. There’s also been a bit of an emotional distance between us since “that night” but because she clearly believes the friendship is the most important thing we have, I’ve been all for continuing that like we always have. It’s just I haven’t had much time lately.

“So anything new in your life?” I ask her.

She shakes her head and takes another sip of coffee. “No, not unless you count the fact that your cousin was even more of an asshole this week, and Capone threw up on my bed the other night, but other than that… it’s been pretty status quo.” She shoots me an impish grin and relief shoots through me like a lightning bolt. There’s a bit of the Rowan that I was looking for.

“Yeah, Nix has his mood swings. Just ignore him.”

“Hell no, I’m not ignoring him. I give it back to him tenfold.” She now gives me a smile that lights up the room and my heart swells. It’s an involuntary reaction I have to her.

I chuckle at the thought, and I know Rowan can take care of herself. “How’s Capone? Is he sick?”

Standing up from the table, she walks to the sink and dumps the remainder of her coffee. As she rinses the cup, she says, “Nah. I think he just ate too fast or something.”

The brief moment of humor that Rowan showed me just seconds ago is now gone, and her face looks blank again. She turns to walk out of the kitchen without another word, and something just doesn’t feel right to me. I’m exhausted and I know I should hit the sack for some sleep because I have another date with Jennifer tonight, but I can’t let Rowan walk away from me knowing that she’s very sad about something.

“Hey, Rowan,” I call out, and she stops to face me. “Want to go do something today? Maybe hit a museum or go do some touristy stuff?”

“Really?” she asks and her eyes spark. “Aren’t you exhausted?”

“No way,” I assure her, although I feel like I could drop into a deep slumber right on the kitchen floor. “Besides, it’s been too long since we’ve hung out together.”

And it has been way too long. I step up to her and put an arm around her shoulder, giving her a quick squeeze. She actually leans into me and even after I release her, she doesn’t move back right away.

“Okay,” she says as she finally steps back and I’m overjoyed to see her eyes are sparkling with light now.

Just like that... Rowan is back, and I know for a fact that she has been missing me. I fight to keep the feeling of elation I’m feeling down, because surely that doesn’t mean that she wants me for more than a friendship, right? Surely, it can only mean that we’ve both been busy and haven’t spent any time together.

We are missing our friendship. That’s what it must mean.

Still... I wonder.

After some debating over what to do with our day, we decide to head over to Museum Mile and hit the Met. Rowan has never been before and I figure on this chilly November day that it’s warm and fairly quiet, and we can just hang out.

We take our time as we travel through the various galleries. Neither one of us are the type to seriously