The Distance Between Us
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“Now we just have to land.”
“Exactly.”
I look around. “There are bathrooms on planes, right? That’s not just in the movies?”
He points behind me. When I stand and start to move past him the plane hits some turbulence and sends me off balance. I catch myself on Xander’s shoulders.
“I pay them well to do that at just the right time,” he says. His not-flirting is really irritating.
I am inches from being in his lap. I’d just have to relax my legs a little and I’d be sitting on him. The temptation to do just that is very real. He steadies me with a hand to my waist, only he doesn’t push to help me back up. He just leaves it there against my waist and meets my eyes.
Now my throat is tight for different reasons. And then the plane jerks again, and it might have been my imagination, or my weak legs, but I could’ve sworn that instead of bracing me with that hand on my waist, he actually pulled me forward. Because now I am in his lap, my hands still on his shoulders.
“Hi,” he says.
“Sorry.”
“For what?”
“For the fact that you are such a big flirt.”
He laughs. “You’re the one in my lap. I was just sitting here minding my own business.”
“Just the plane, then?”
“Of course.”
I try to stand up, but he pulls me back down again.
“Man, the plane is really bumpy today,” he says.
“Funny.” Only it’s not funny at all. A surge of anger goes through me. He has a girlfriend and he is a huge flirt. I don’t want to be the dirty little secret. If that’s what he thinks I am, he has another thing coming. “Let me up.”
He must sense the seriousness that has taken over my voice because this time he helps me stand. I shut myself in the bathroom long enough to regain my composure. After tonight I need to be done with Xander Spence. I say it in my head and then again out loud to the mirror. “I am done with Xander Spence.” I’m so convincing that I almost believe myself.
I return to my seat.
“Are you cold? Hot? Hungry?” he asks.
“No, I’m good.”
“The seat leans back if you want to sleep or anything.”
“Is this a long flight?”
“No, about an hour.”
I can’t figure out how far an hour will take us from our current location. In a car that wouldn’t get us past Oakland, but in the air it’s different.
“Any conclusions?” he asks.
“What?”
“Have you figured out where we’re going based on your amazing observation skills?”
“No.” It bothers me that he knows me well enough to know I was evaluating that very thing. I lean my seat back and pretend to sleep the rest of the flight. Due to my newfound determination I have to suffer the landing without his help.
“That’s my brother,” he says, pointing to the guy waving at us as we exit the plane onto the tarmac. I turn around and try to get back on the plane. “Oh stop,” he says, grabbing my hand. “You’ll like him.”
“Lucas.” They embrace with a single pat to the back. “This is Caymen Meyers.”
Lucas turns to me and shakes my hand, a sincerity in his smile. And that’s the other thing that’s weirding me out. Friend or not, why does his family act like this is so normal? Like they don’t care that Xander picked up some girl off the street and is now hanging out with her, flying her around in the family’s private jet? Something isn’t adding up.
Lucas and Xander start catching up on life as though they haven’t seen each other in months. Maybe they haven’t.
“Is Dad making you fly home for the benefit?” Xander asks as we come to a black SUV parked on the street.
Lucas sighs. He doesn’t look at all like Xander. His hair is blond, while Xander’s is brown. His complexion is fair, while Xander’s is olive. But they both have the same air about them. “Yes. Do you think I could hire a body double?”
“You know this is Mom’s baby. I talked once at the breakfast table about how I was dreading it and she almost broke down in tears. Now I pretend like it is the most exciting thing ever. That works better.” Xander opens the passenger-side door and waits like he expects me to get in the front. I smile. “You can sit by your brother.” I open the back and climb in.
“Mom just stresses,” Lucas says when we’ve all taken our seats.
“I know.”
“Is Scarlett going because I don’t know if I can put up with her this year?”
“I don’t know. She was at our house last night and didn’t say anything. I’m sure Mom tried to convince her. She talked to Mom and Dad without me for a while.” Xander glances my way and smiles, and I realize Scarlett must’ve been the girl who interrupted our phone call last night, not Sadie. “But I’m sure she’ll have some gossip about everyone at the benefit. She’s like our own personal source of awful information. It wouldn’t be the same without her.”
Lucas looks over his shoulder at me. “We shouldn’t talk about it like this or we’ll scare poor Caymen. Don’t worry. You’ll like it. Lots of creepy old men who will want to dance with you. Lots of food that looks like it might crawl off your plate. And the band is so exciting they don’t even need a lead singer.”
“I’m in that band. I’m glad you like it,” I say.
Lucas stutters. “No. I mean, yes. The band is great. I was just being stupid. I’m sorry.”
Xander laughs. “She’s just kidding, Luke. She’s not in the band.”
Lucas shakes his head and meets my eyes in the rearview mirror. “You said it with such a straight face I thought for sure you were serious.”
“She’s really good at sarcasm.”
I tap the back of Xander’s headrest. “I thought we agreed on the word ‘exceptionally.’”
“I’m trying not to encourage you.”
“And does it work?”
Lucas smiles. “Maybe the benefit won’t be as boring as I thought. She’s sitting at our table, right?”
“Caymen is smart. She refuses to go with me.”
“What?” Lucas punches Xander in the arm. “Has that ever happened before? Do I need to write this down somewhere?” He looks around and then ends up grabbing his phone from the center console and holding it to his mouth like a recording device. “A girl refused to go somewhere with Xander. Alert the media.”
“Whatever,” Xander says.
“And while we’re on the topic. Two weeks in a row? Pretty impressive, bro. I must be too boring for them to care about these days.”
“What are you talking about?” Xander asks.
“Starz.” He rolls his eyes with a sigh when Xander looks oblivious. If I didn’t know exactly what Lucas was talking about I might look oblivious, too. “The magazine. You. Front page.”
“Seriously?” He sounds more angry than surprised.
“Yes. They have you dating Sadie again.”
“What?” He points past the light where we’re stopped and to the Quickie Mart on the opposite corner. “Stop there.”
Lucas shrugs and obeys the directions, parking the car. Xander barely waits for it to stop moving before he jumps out and disappears into the glowing store.
Chapter 29
While we wait in the car Lucas turns all the way around in his seat, resting his arm across the back. “What’s that about?”
My heart is racing. The girlfriend “secret” is out, and I wonder what Xander is going to say or do now. “He must be mad that they printed something about him and Sadie.”
“You’re probably right. I just thought he knew.”
“Me, too.”
Minutes later a Starz magazine is slapped against the window next to me, making me jump in surprise.
“You read this?” he yells through the window. I can barely hear him.
He opens the door and climbs in next to me without waiting for me to scoot over. “You read this, didn’t you?”
He’s practically on top of me. I slide down the seat to make room for him.
“Drive, Lucas,” he says, pulling the door shut. Then his eyes are back on me and there’s fire in them.
“Are you mad at me for reading an article? Mason showed it to me last week.”
“Last week! Caymen, why didn’t you say something?”
“What did you want me to say? ‘Wow, your girlfriend is hot?’ Wasn’t feeling that generous.”
Lucas laughs and Xander shoots him a look that shuts him up.
“That’s the point, though. She’s not my girlfriend.”
“But the article . . .” I point to the magazine he’s clutching in his fist.
“This”—he flicks the face of Sadie on the front of the magazine— “is an old picture.” He studies it closer. “Last year.”
“And she called you the other day. . . .”
“She called me? No, she didn’t.”
“I may have answered it. . . . She said she’d call back.”
He pulls out his phone and scrolls through some screens. Then he grunts as if to say, Oh look, there she is.
He presses the speaker button on his phone and a message left by Sadie Newel broadcasts in the car. “Hey, Xander. Where are you? Did you see Starz magazine? Those idiots. What’s the plan? I need you to work your magic to make that disappear. Tell me your father will hit them hard.” She sounds irritated.
Xander hangs up then slowly turns his gaze to me, one eyebrow raised.
“Oh” is all I can think of to say.
“Oh?”
“What do you expect me to say? I saw an article. I knew you were in LA that weekend. I’m sorry I thought all journalists were honest.”
“What I expect,” he says, leaning close, “is for you to ask me.” His eyes are so intense I want to look away . . . or never look away, I can’t decide.
My heart is pumping fast, and I’m so relieved that he is not with Sadie Newel that I almost throw my arms around him. Joke. I need a joke. Fast. “Maybe you should give me a list of all the actresses you’ve dated and in what year. That way I’ll know if it’s an old picture or a new one.”
“I can get you that list,” Lucas says.
I drag my eyes away from Xander and on to Lucas. “Could you include any heiresses or billionaires’ daughters as well? Anyone newsworthy, really.”
“It might take me a while. That’s an extensive list.”
I know he’s joking with me, but the words hit home, reminding me that I wouldn’t come close to making that list.
Xander sighs and leans back. “It’s not that long.” He puts his hand over mine on the seat between us. I try not to smile too big.
We pull up to the redbrick buildings of an expansive campus and I’m confused. “Where are we?”
“UNLV.”
“Is this your pitch for college?”
“No. You’ll see.” It’s so funny how excited Xander gets to take me on these career days. Maybe Xander should be a life planner or something. Does that career exist?
It takes me the whole walk through the sprawling campus to realize something. “You go to school here,” I say to Lucas.
“Yes, I do.”
It surprises me. Not that UNLV is a bad school. I just thought he would be at an Ivy League. I still haven’t figured out why we’re here, though.
After passing a lot of buildings that look similar to one another, we finally enter one. At the end of the hall he knocks on a door. A man with glasses answers with a smile. “Hello. Come in.”
“Exactly.”
I look around. “There are bathrooms on planes, right? That’s not just in the movies?”
He points behind me. When I stand and start to move past him the plane hits some turbulence and sends me off balance. I catch myself on Xander’s shoulders.
“I pay them well to do that at just the right time,” he says. His not-flirting is really irritating.
I am inches from being in his lap. I’d just have to relax my legs a little and I’d be sitting on him. The temptation to do just that is very real. He steadies me with a hand to my waist, only he doesn’t push to help me back up. He just leaves it there against my waist and meets my eyes.
Now my throat is tight for different reasons. And then the plane jerks again, and it might have been my imagination, or my weak legs, but I could’ve sworn that instead of bracing me with that hand on my waist, he actually pulled me forward. Because now I am in his lap, my hands still on his shoulders.
“Hi,” he says.
“Sorry.”
“For what?”
“For the fact that you are such a big flirt.”
He laughs. “You’re the one in my lap. I was just sitting here minding my own business.”
“Just the plane, then?”
“Of course.”
I try to stand up, but he pulls me back down again.
“Man, the plane is really bumpy today,” he says.
“Funny.” Only it’s not funny at all. A surge of anger goes through me. He has a girlfriend and he is a huge flirt. I don’t want to be the dirty little secret. If that’s what he thinks I am, he has another thing coming. “Let me up.”
He must sense the seriousness that has taken over my voice because this time he helps me stand. I shut myself in the bathroom long enough to regain my composure. After tonight I need to be done with Xander Spence. I say it in my head and then again out loud to the mirror. “I am done with Xander Spence.” I’m so convincing that I almost believe myself.
I return to my seat.
“Are you cold? Hot? Hungry?” he asks.
“No, I’m good.”
“The seat leans back if you want to sleep or anything.”
“Is this a long flight?”
“No, about an hour.”
I can’t figure out how far an hour will take us from our current location. In a car that wouldn’t get us past Oakland, but in the air it’s different.
“Any conclusions?” he asks.
“What?”
“Have you figured out where we’re going based on your amazing observation skills?”
“No.” It bothers me that he knows me well enough to know I was evaluating that very thing. I lean my seat back and pretend to sleep the rest of the flight. Due to my newfound determination I have to suffer the landing without his help.
“That’s my brother,” he says, pointing to the guy waving at us as we exit the plane onto the tarmac. I turn around and try to get back on the plane. “Oh stop,” he says, grabbing my hand. “You’ll like him.”
“Lucas.” They embrace with a single pat to the back. “This is Caymen Meyers.”
Lucas turns to me and shakes my hand, a sincerity in his smile. And that’s the other thing that’s weirding me out. Friend or not, why does his family act like this is so normal? Like they don’t care that Xander picked up some girl off the street and is now hanging out with her, flying her around in the family’s private jet? Something isn’t adding up.
Lucas and Xander start catching up on life as though they haven’t seen each other in months. Maybe they haven’t.
“Is Dad making you fly home for the benefit?” Xander asks as we come to a black SUV parked on the street.
Lucas sighs. He doesn’t look at all like Xander. His hair is blond, while Xander’s is brown. His complexion is fair, while Xander’s is olive. But they both have the same air about them. “Yes. Do you think I could hire a body double?”
“You know this is Mom’s baby. I talked once at the breakfast table about how I was dreading it and she almost broke down in tears. Now I pretend like it is the most exciting thing ever. That works better.” Xander opens the passenger-side door and waits like he expects me to get in the front. I smile. “You can sit by your brother.” I open the back and climb in.
“Mom just stresses,” Lucas says when we’ve all taken our seats.
“I know.”
“Is Scarlett going because I don’t know if I can put up with her this year?”
“I don’t know. She was at our house last night and didn’t say anything. I’m sure Mom tried to convince her. She talked to Mom and Dad without me for a while.” Xander glances my way and smiles, and I realize Scarlett must’ve been the girl who interrupted our phone call last night, not Sadie. “But I’m sure she’ll have some gossip about everyone at the benefit. She’s like our own personal source of awful information. It wouldn’t be the same without her.”
Lucas looks over his shoulder at me. “We shouldn’t talk about it like this or we’ll scare poor Caymen. Don’t worry. You’ll like it. Lots of creepy old men who will want to dance with you. Lots of food that looks like it might crawl off your plate. And the band is so exciting they don’t even need a lead singer.”
“I’m in that band. I’m glad you like it,” I say.
Lucas stutters. “No. I mean, yes. The band is great. I was just being stupid. I’m sorry.”
Xander laughs. “She’s just kidding, Luke. She’s not in the band.”
Lucas shakes his head and meets my eyes in the rearview mirror. “You said it with such a straight face I thought for sure you were serious.”
“She’s really good at sarcasm.”
I tap the back of Xander’s headrest. “I thought we agreed on the word ‘exceptionally.’”
“I’m trying not to encourage you.”
“And does it work?”
Lucas smiles. “Maybe the benefit won’t be as boring as I thought. She’s sitting at our table, right?”
“Caymen is smart. She refuses to go with me.”
“What?” Lucas punches Xander in the arm. “Has that ever happened before? Do I need to write this down somewhere?” He looks around and then ends up grabbing his phone from the center console and holding it to his mouth like a recording device. “A girl refused to go somewhere with Xander. Alert the media.”
“Whatever,” Xander says.
“And while we’re on the topic. Two weeks in a row? Pretty impressive, bro. I must be too boring for them to care about these days.”
“What are you talking about?” Xander asks.
“Starz.” He rolls his eyes with a sigh when Xander looks oblivious. If I didn’t know exactly what Lucas was talking about I might look oblivious, too. “The magazine. You. Front page.”
“Seriously?” He sounds more angry than surprised.
“Yes. They have you dating Sadie again.”
“What?” He points past the light where we’re stopped and to the Quickie Mart on the opposite corner. “Stop there.”
Lucas shrugs and obeys the directions, parking the car. Xander barely waits for it to stop moving before he jumps out and disappears into the glowing store.
Chapter 29
While we wait in the car Lucas turns all the way around in his seat, resting his arm across the back. “What’s that about?”
My heart is racing. The girlfriend “secret” is out, and I wonder what Xander is going to say or do now. “He must be mad that they printed something about him and Sadie.”
“You’re probably right. I just thought he knew.”
“Me, too.”
Minutes later a Starz magazine is slapped against the window next to me, making me jump in surprise.
“You read this?” he yells through the window. I can barely hear him.
He opens the door and climbs in next to me without waiting for me to scoot over. “You read this, didn’t you?”
He’s practically on top of me. I slide down the seat to make room for him.
“Drive, Lucas,” he says, pulling the door shut. Then his eyes are back on me and there’s fire in them.
“Are you mad at me for reading an article? Mason showed it to me last week.”
“Last week! Caymen, why didn’t you say something?”
“What did you want me to say? ‘Wow, your girlfriend is hot?’ Wasn’t feeling that generous.”
Lucas laughs and Xander shoots him a look that shuts him up.
“That’s the point, though. She’s not my girlfriend.”
“But the article . . .” I point to the magazine he’s clutching in his fist.
“This”—he flicks the face of Sadie on the front of the magazine— “is an old picture.” He studies it closer. “Last year.”
“And she called you the other day. . . .”
“She called me? No, she didn’t.”
“I may have answered it. . . . She said she’d call back.”
He pulls out his phone and scrolls through some screens. Then he grunts as if to say, Oh look, there she is.
He presses the speaker button on his phone and a message left by Sadie Newel broadcasts in the car. “Hey, Xander. Where are you? Did you see Starz magazine? Those idiots. What’s the plan? I need you to work your magic to make that disappear. Tell me your father will hit them hard.” She sounds irritated.
Xander hangs up then slowly turns his gaze to me, one eyebrow raised.
“Oh” is all I can think of to say.
“Oh?”
“What do you expect me to say? I saw an article. I knew you were in LA that weekend. I’m sorry I thought all journalists were honest.”
“What I expect,” he says, leaning close, “is for you to ask me.” His eyes are so intense I want to look away . . . or never look away, I can’t decide.
My heart is pumping fast, and I’m so relieved that he is not with Sadie Newel that I almost throw my arms around him. Joke. I need a joke. Fast. “Maybe you should give me a list of all the actresses you’ve dated and in what year. That way I’ll know if it’s an old picture or a new one.”
“I can get you that list,” Lucas says.
I drag my eyes away from Xander and on to Lucas. “Could you include any heiresses or billionaires’ daughters as well? Anyone newsworthy, really.”
“It might take me a while. That’s an extensive list.”
I know he’s joking with me, but the words hit home, reminding me that I wouldn’t come close to making that list.
Xander sighs and leans back. “It’s not that long.” He puts his hand over mine on the seat between us. I try not to smile too big.
We pull up to the redbrick buildings of an expansive campus and I’m confused. “Where are we?”
“UNLV.”
“Is this your pitch for college?”
“No. You’ll see.” It’s so funny how excited Xander gets to take me on these career days. Maybe Xander should be a life planner or something. Does that career exist?
It takes me the whole walk through the sprawling campus to realize something. “You go to school here,” I say to Lucas.
“Yes, I do.”
It surprises me. Not that UNLV is a bad school. I just thought he would be at an Ivy League. I still haven’t figured out why we’re here, though.
After passing a lot of buildings that look similar to one another, we finally enter one. At the end of the hall he knocks on a door. A man with glasses answers with a smile. “Hello. Come in.”
