Romero (23 page)

“Looking for anything in particular?”

He glanced up at the girl behind the counter. “Nah, I’m just browsing.” His eyes went back to the rings under the glass.

“Browsing for engagement rings?” He brought his attention back up at the blonde girl. Something about her eyes was very familiar. “No, not really. Just curious, what does something like this go for?” He pointed at a square looking diamond.

When she didn’t answer, he glanced up at her. She angled her head slowly to one side, then smiled big. “Oh my God. Is it really you? Moe?”

Romero studied her. He knew her from somewhere but he still couldn’t place her face. Then he glanced down at the gold necklace around her neck with the name Cecelia, and it hit him. “Cici?”

“Yeah.” She put her hand over her mouth.

“Holy shit!” He took a step back “Are you kidding me? You look so different.” She really did. The last time he’d seen her,
that
night, she had dark brown long hair. Now she wore it in a cute blonde bob. He would’ve never thought this was the same person.

“So do you! C’mere.” She leaned over the counter and held her arms out. He leaned in and hugged her. Her perfume was as strong as he remembered her wearing it even back then.

An older woman walked out of the back. “Cici, you wanna take your lunch now? You’ve been here four hours.”

Cici turned around. “Okay.” She turned back to Romero then grabbed her purse from a cabinet inside the rows of glass counters.

He hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast and it was almost three. For years, he’d been curious about what had happened to her. “Where you going for lunch?”

She walked out from behind the counter. “Umm, I’m not sure. I’m so sick of everything in the food court.”

“How long you been working here? I come here a lot and I’ve never seen you.”

She touched her hair. “Almost a year. You probably have. You just didn’t recognize me. I still change my hair color and style a lot.”

Romero smiled as they walked around the corner, his favorite restaurant coming into view. “How ‘bout Frisco’s. You can never get tired of eating there.”

“Yeah, but compared to the food court, it’s expensive.”

“Let’s go. I’m buying.”

He hoped as much as her appearance had changed, everything else in her life had changed, also. Memories of that night came crashing down on him again. Never one to beat around the bush, he asked her straight out once they sat down at a booth. “So you still with that asshole?”

She went on to tell him about how the idiot got arrested for assaulting someone at a nightclub and how he’d pulled a knife so the charge was heavier. That coupled with the two recent arrests for assaulting her, he was looking at doing fifteen years minimum.

Romero didn’t even realize he’d fisted his hands until the waitress interrupted them to take their order. He ordered his usual and Cici ordered a chicken salad.

After their food came, she told him about finding out that she was pregnant just after Fred had been sentenced. She’d been devastated, but there was no way she was
not
having it. So she now had a two-year-old boy. She showed him a picture. In it, the little guy wore jean overalls and nothing else. He sat on the grass hugging a dog.

“His name’s Moe.”

Romero’s eye shot up and met hers. “Your kid or the dog?”

She laughed. “My son. I never forgot you, Moe.” Her smile dissipated slowly. “You’re the reason why I quit. I knew if I went back, I’d end up being with you eventually. I wasn’t sure what I wanted back then but I knew what almost happened that night
would
happen, and I was afraid of what Freddy might do. He wasn’t right.”

Romero stared at her. “So you named your kid after…
me
?”

She nodded and he saw her face tinge with color. “I also liked the uniqueness of the name. Not too many Moes out there.”

Romero didn’t have the heart to tell her that wasn’t even his name. But it’s what she knew him by, so he supposed it’s all that mattered. He glanced back down at little Moe again, feeling very strange about this news. “I’m flattered” is all he could think of to say. But he wasn’t sure flattered was the right word to describe what he was feeling. She named her
kid
after
him
. She’d hardly known him.

“The moment I met you,” she said, digging into her salad. “There was something about your eyes. Your uncles, they spoke so fondly of you. I had some of my best laughs listening to the stories they told of you growing up. Then that night…” She stopped moving her fork and just stared at her salad. “There was so much passion in your eyes. You were beyond concerned about my safety and me not going back home to Fred.” She shrugged and moved her salad around again. “I dunno. You just stuck with me. They told me I was having a girl so for months I focused on all these girl names. Then when he turned out to be a boy, I was at a loss. My sister told me to think of people in my life that stood out for good reason. Then I thought of you and it just felt… perfect.”

Romero took in everything she said. He thought about all the nights he’d spent thinking of her and beating himself up for not having reacted faster and maybe preventing Fred hitting her. It burned him up for months. Now after all this time he finds out she’d thought
that
much of him? He didn’t even know how to feel about that. Half way through their lunch, his phone buzzed and he checked it. It was a text from Isabel.

Can’t wait for this day to be over. Work is sucking today and I think I’m coming down with something. How’s your day going? … P.S. I love you.

For the first time since he’d decided to have lunch with Cici, it dawned on him that Isabel might not be thrilled about it. He’d certainly have issues with her going lunch with a dude, even if it was just an old friend. And he wouldn’t even classify Cici as an old friend. She was someone he once had every intention of banging. Those days seemed like another lifetime now. A time he never wanted to revisit.

His life had changed so much since he’d met Isabel. She was what had been missing his entire life. She grounded him—kept the ticking time bomb in him at a safe calm, something new to him. Although it’d been close to going off a few times, he’d never gone this long. If it weren’t for his need to keep that side of him from her, he knew he would’ve had a major meltdown each and every one of the times he’d come so close. But
she
was the reason why he hadn’t. He liked the newfound
somewhat
self-control he felt when he was with her. He was getting better at it, too. He’d never felt the kind of love he felt for Izzy, but he didn’t just love her. He
needed
her.

“Something wrong?”

He glanced up when he realized he’d been staring at his phone—Izzy’s text—that whole time. “I’m sorry. Give me a sec.” He texted Isabel back.

Sorry you’re having a bad day. Mine’s been okay. I’ll tell you about it tonight. I love you, too. Miss you.

“Nah, nothing wrong. The text just reminded me of something.” That maybe he shouldn’t be here—with her.

They finished their food. Cici hadn’t exaggerated about the salad. It
was
huge. She hadn’t even finished it. Cici had to get back to work and he had a sudden urge to be home. He walked with her halfway back to the jewelry store, but stopped when he reached the direction he needed to go toward the electronics store. He glanced at his watch. Isabel would be off soon.

“It was good catching up, Cici. I’m glad you’re doing better now and I’m glad that dick’s out of your life.”

She smiled and nodded then to his surprise, she hugged him again, tighter this time and she held on longer so he had to embrace her. “I’m so glad I got to see you again.” She finally pulled away. “I thought about stopping by the bar a few times. But then I’d always chickened out.”

“I haven’t worked there in years.”

“That’s right.” She stepped back. He’d told her a little about his security firm over lunch. But mostly they’d talked about her and little Moe.

“I’d love for you to meet my son. You wanna take my number? My sister sometimes brings him to see me here at work.” Romero pulled out his phone and programmed her phone in as she rattled it off. “Send me an empty text just so I can program your number in mine.” Romero did and she smiled when she pulled out her phone and saw the happy face he’d sent. “I’ll text you and you know, if you’re around maybe you can come by.”

“Oh and that ring you were looking at. It’s pretty expensive. If you’re seriously thinking about getting it,
please
come back and see me. I’ll get you a good deal and I could definitely use the commission.”

“For sure.” He smiled.

They said goodbye and he went into the electronics store—the reason he’d gone to the mall to begin with, but with Cici and little Moe on his mind he couldn’t even concentrate.

Isabel’s car was already there when he drove into the parking lot of their apartment building. The whole ride home he’d gotten a little more nervous the closer he got. For a moment, he considered not mentioning Cici. But he’d never been one to lie or hold back anything. Most importantly, that’s not how he wanted their relationship to be. He expected her not to keep anything from him, so he should do the same. Maybe if Cici hadn’t told him about naming her kid after him, he wouldn’t be so damn nervous. He was still trying to understand it so he was sure Isabel wouldn’t.

She wasn’t in the kitchen like she normally was when he got home around that time. “Izzy?” He threw his keys on the counter along with his wallet and sunglasses.

“In here.” He heard her weak voice coming from the bedroom.

He walked in and she lay on the bed looking pale with a bright red nose. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I’m definitely coming down with something. A couple of the kids have been sick this week and I must’ve picked up something from them.” He walked to the bed and she held her arm out. “Babe, maybe you should stay away. I’m sure I’m contagious, and I really feel like crap. I don’t want you to get sick.”

Stay away? “
But I wanna take care of you. Did you take something already?”

“Yeah, I took some flu medicine and,” she pointed at the water bottle on the nightstand. There was also a box of tissues. “I’m set.”

“You need to eat, too.”

“I’m not really feeling hungry.” She told him about her day and the rowdy ass kids who sometimes said the most disrespectful things. He swore if he ever got them in a room alone he’d show them a thing or two about disrespecting their teacher—his girl.

Then there was the moment he was wasn’t looking forward to. Isabel wasn’t like him. She’d likely not even care, but he hated that he’d stupidly open the door for her to think it okay to do things like that.

“So how was your day?”

“Same ole shit.”

She pointed to the swear jar they’d started the week prior. He took the walk of shame and dropped a quarter in it. He’d asked her before if he could just put a couple of dollars in there for the next times he flubbed. But she said taking the walk of shame was part of the punishment.

He got right to it. “I ran into an old… employee of my uncles at the mall and we had lunch.”

He had her attention immediately and she sat up. “One of the topless waitresses?”

Okay, maybe telling her she’d been an employee of his uncles was not the best idea but she wasn’t exactly a friend, and acquaintance sounded too suspicious. He should’ve put more thought into this on his way home, damn it. “Yeah, from a few years back. The last time I’d seen her, I was working the door at the bar, and her boyfriend showed up and slapped her around.” He thought about it again for a moment. “I’d never been so fucki-… so mad in my life. She never came back after that and I always wondered what happened to her.”

Isabel eyed him. “Why?”

He was surprised she’d let him slide on the swearing but she seemed more interested in Cici now. “I dunno. I guess I just wondered if she was even alive. You know being in that kind of relationship, you never know. She looked real different. I didn’t even recognize her—works at Dan’s Jewels at the mall.”

“So you had lunch with her?”

Romero sat at the edge of the bed. “Yeah, it was her lunch hour and I hadn’t eaten since breakfast so we grabbed something together.”

Isabel’s expression was a strange one. He could usually read all her expressions but he couldn’t get a fix for this one. Maybe it was because she was sick. She did reach for a tissue and blew her nose.