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Forget Me Not: A Lesbian Romance, page 20

 

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  wouldn’t have Dallas here beside her. They’d have to figure

  things out, but that was a classic case of easier said than done.

  She had her whole family here in Topeka- at least her

  immediate family. She had her friends here. She didn’t really

  care about her job. She’d be willing to change it in a heartbeat,

  but she’d have to figure out a way to support herself. She’d

  also have to deal with her condo, which she really liked since

  she and her family put all that hard work into it, and deal with

  changing states including all the paperwork for her car, her

  driver’s license, her insurance, everything. It was totally

  overwhelming when she thought about it like that.

  She thought about Dallas moving back, but Quinn

  knew that it would be hard for Dallas unless her parents came

  with her. Dallas didn’t have siblings. Her parents were pretty

  much the only family she had and Quinn would never ask

  Dallas to abandon them. Dallas had said that her parents had

  good jobs. The chances of them leaving their home and their

  careers, even if they were probably getting to that point where

  they might think about retirement, was probably quite slim.

  “Are you thinking about all the logistics?” Dallas

  asked.

  “Yeah.” Dallas glanced at the GPS and made a left

  turn. “Are you?”

  “Kind of. I’m trying not to. I’m trying not to have to

  think about what it’s going to feel like when I’m gone and

  we’re in separate states.”

  “It will just feel like a computer screen. That’s all. It

  won’t be lonely if we can see each other and talk to each

  other.” Quinn was talking a lot braver than she actually felt.

  “We did manage to go ten years before this. A few months

  should be easy.”

  “I think that might make it harder.”

  Quinn gripped the wheel. She paid attention to the

  traffic moving in front of her and pretended to be far more

  interested in the GPS directions that she actually was.

  “The good news is,” Dallas said, sensing that their

  conversation wasn’t making anything easier for either of them,

  “is that I have lots of leave time saved up. I hardly ever take

  any holidays or sick days or anything, so I can come back here

  more often. I’ll just watch for seat sales.”

  “And you can obviously stay with me, so you wouldn’t

  have to pay for a hotel. And you wouldn’t need to get a rental.

  I could drive you around or you could use my car.”

  Dallas nodded. “Sounds like a plan.” She decided to

  change the subject while they were ahead. “So. What kind of

  music does your friend’s band play?”

  “Honestly, I’m not even sure. I think it might be jazz,

  but it could also be classical. Country? I don’t know. I’m a

  terrible friend, obviously. I just never go out when I get invited

  because I hardly ever have anyone to go with. Everyone is

  always busy and uh- when I’ve been with- err- other people,

  dating that is- no one ever wanted to go.”

  “Well, I’m glad I can be the first. That makes it extra-

  special, I think.”

  It only took another fifteen minutes to get to the pub.

  The place was larger than Quinn thought it would be. The

  windows were all stained glass, and the inside was lit with a

  combination of industrial looking ceiling lights and pot lights

  overhead. The tables were solid wood with iron legs and the

  chairs matched. The place had that modern vibe where

  everything was warehousey looking. The building itself was

  done in brick with a black sign hanging over the door. It was

  supposed to look old, but it was obvious that it was just a

  façade on the front. Still. The place was nice and the gentle

  hum of conversation, the warm wood floors and good lighting,

  and the friendly servers made it feel comfortable and homey.

  Dallas ordered a glass of raspberry ale, but Quinn stuck

  with soda since she was driving.

  “The band hasn’t started yet,” Dallas said. She picked

  up the single laminated sheet that served as the menu. “We

  made it on time.”

  “Yes. They go on at six-thirty and it’s only five-thirty.

  They’ll probably come in soon and start setting up.”

  “Right.” Dallas flipped the menu across the table and

  pointed. “I’m starving and there’s a ton of things that look

  good here. Want to split it?”

  “Yes! I’m starved too.”

  When Quinn thought about how she’d worked up that

  appetite, she had to put her hand up to her mouth to stop from

  giggling. She felt so happy. Happier than she’d been in years

  and years. She picked up her menu instead of thinking about

  how that feeling couldn’t last forever. Maybe it couldn’t

  exactly, but with hard work and some ingenuity, it could grow

  and change. Quinn decided to stick with thinking about that.

  Looking forward, even if it was a scary, messy, haphazard sort

  of direction.

  She flipped up her menu and browsed it quickly. “Oh

  my God, I see what you mean. Pizza fries. Quesadillas. Cherry

  meatballs?”

  “Pumpkin cheesecake…”

  “Garlic sticks with parmesan cheese.”

  “Peach pie.”

  “We should just order it all.”

  “Oh god. The portions look massive.” Dallas motioned

  with her head to the table beside them where a couple who

  looked like they were out on a date was eating. The lady had a

  salad and the bowl took up half the freaking table. Her date

  was working away at a massive steak.

  “You’re right.” Quinn felt like giggling again. The

  giddiness had to be happy bubbles. She felt like a giant bottle

  of champagne, ready to bubble over if she was uncorked and

  shaken. Or maybe it was just uncorked. Just went to show how

  little she knew about champagne.

  “Should we get two things and split it? And two

  desserts.”

  “We could order dessert first. They do look amazing.”

  “Aren’t there rules about that?”

  “Nope. Not since we turned eighteen. We’re adults

  now. We can eat dessert first if we want.”

  “Okay. I’d like to try the pumpkin cheesecake.”

  “And I’ll get the peach pie.”

  “You hate peaches.”

  “No I don’t.” Quinn did, but those were the two things

  Dallas mentioned and even though she didn’t like peaches and

  she actually wasn’t a fan of pumpkin either, she was willing to

  take one for the food team. “I love peaches.”

  “Since when?”

  “Since- uh- I don’t know. Tastes change, I guess.”

  “You don’t like pumpkin either.”

  “But it’s cheesecake. I’m sure it’s delicious.”

  “We can get something else.”

  “Nope. I want to try those.”

  Dallas stared at her skeptically. “Okay, well, you pick

  the main dishes then. I’ll leave it up to you. I’m not fussy. I’ll

  eat anything.”

  “Since when?”

  “Tastes change.” Dallas winked at her.

  Quinn remembered that Dallas hated mushrooms. She

  wasn’t a big fan of onions either, and aside from garlic toast,

  she hated the stuff. She chose her dishes with care and when

  their server came around, they placed their orders. The guy

  didn’t even bat an eye about them ordering dessert first.

  As they were settling back to wait for their food, Quinn

  spotted her friend, dressed up in a bright purple jump suit, and

  her band start to file in. She smiled and waved and Jenny

  waved and grinned back, even though she was surprised to see

  Quinn there.

  Dallas reached across the table and took Quinn’s hand.

  She left it there, their palms pressed up against each other.

  Quinn wondered if their life lines were touching. She knew

  nothing about any of that, but at the moment, that’s what she

  was thinking. She wondered what her life line said. That was

  the major one, wasn’t it? What did Dallas’ say? If they’d had

  their palms read years ago, could whoever was doing it have

  predicted this for them? If someone read it now, what would

  they say?

  They’d say something amazing. They’d say that hardly

  anything lasts anymore, but this will. They’d say something

  about destiny.

  Quinn clung to those thoughts. Those hopes. Those

  dreams that she’d once thought were over forever.

  Danica had asked her if she was still in love with

  Dallas. Quinn hadn’t really known how to answer that. Her

  first instinct was to laugh it off or scoff at her sister or correct

  her. Say something about love taking a lifetime to mature.

  About how she couldn’t know after just a few days with Dallas

  and one heck of an uncertain future coming up. She thought

  about those lifelines again. She was pretty sure that if she did

  get her palm read at any time- when they were best friends,

  when they started dating, at any point in those years after

  Dallas was gone, or right now, it would say the same thing.

  That Quinn Smyth loved Dallas Tenison.

  Chapter 23

  Dallas

  Saying goodbye to Quinn was probably the hardest thing

  that Dallas had ever done. It was even harder than the first

  time.

  She didn’t want Quinn to have to come to the airport

  with her. She had to return the rental car anyway, so she didn’t

  need a ride. She’d woken up before Quinn that morning and

  just enjoyed being in bed with her, even though Quinn was

  still asleep. She savored all those fleeting moments that she

  knew she’d never take for granted again. When she woke up

  tomorrow, she’d be alone at her place, in her own bed. Alone.

  Without Quinn. She’d only be able to call her or video chat

  with her and it wouldn’t be the same.

  Thinking about it really hurt, so Dallas finally woke Quinn

  up and they made breakfast together. They were both pretty

  quiet and after they were done eating, they sat together on

  Quinn’s couch, just staring out the front window.

  “I’m going to have to go pretty soon,” Dallas said in the

  smallest voice. “I’m going to have to get my bag from the

  hotel and check out there. I should have done it yesterday, but

  I wasn’t sure about coming here. I didn’t want to just

  assume…”

  “For sure. I understand.”

  “I wish I could have got a later flight.”

  Quinn sighed heavily. “I know. Me too. I wish you didn’t

  have to get on a flight at all.”

  “I can second that.”

  “But it’s going to be okay, right?” Quinn set her hand

  tentatively on Dallas’ and Dallas only had to half force a

  smile.

  “Yes. It’s going to be fine. I have holidays saved up.

  There’s weekends. The regular holidays that people take off

  work anyway. We have time. We’ll have lots of time. I’ll call

  you every single day. I promise. Maybe more than once a day.”

  Quinn laughed. “Okay. We can talk about boring things

  even if we don’t have anything else to say. I’ll put it on video

  and you can watch me do dishes or clean the house.”

  “You can see my cat, Whiskers, when I get home. He loves

  video chatting.”

  “Yes. I’m excited to see him.”

  “I’ll show you my plants. I’m kind of a crazy plant lady.”

  “I like plants.”

  “I’ll walk around my condo and show you everything so

  you know what it looks like. I could even go to some of my

  favorite spots and video you so that you can see them.”

  “That would be really cool.”

  Dallas didn’t know what else to say. She wanted to make

  plans. To make promises. More promises. She wanted to look

  down that road and tell Quinn that she had zero doubts that

  they’d make it, no matter how hard it was, but that was hard to

  do. She didn’t want to scare Quinn away and she didn’t want

  to sound like one of those clingy, really crazy, overly attached

  people who raced into everything.

  Or maybe it was just hard to find the exact right thing to

  say when there wasn’t anything that she could say that would

  make leaving any easier, even with all the technology, even

  with all their hopes, even with all the promises. Leaving this

  way was the best way to leave that Dallas could have

  imagined, but it was still so hard.

  “I- yeah. You should call me tonight. When your plane

  lands.”

  “I’ll call you from the airport too, before I get on it.”

  “Okay.”

  Dallas squeezed Quinn’s hand. “We’ll figure it out. I

  promised that, and I’m going to promise it to you again,

  because I truly believe it. The time will go fast.”

  “Yes.”

  “You have to come to Tampa. It’s amazing. It’s so pretty.”

  “For sure. I have to meet Whiskers sometime, don’t I?”

  Dallas grinned. “Yes. He’ll want to meet you for sure. If

  you bring a bag of cat treats and a catnip mouse, he’ll be your

  friend forever.”

  “I’ll remember.”

  They clung to each other’s hands. The silence crept up

  between them again. Dallas didn’t want to check her phone,

  but she had to shift it on the couch’s armrest so that it turned

  on. She was cutting it close as it was. She really had to go.

  Quinn knew it too. “I’ll walk you to the door.” She

  reluctantly removed her hand and stood.

  When they reached the door, they just stood there.

  “Come here,” Quinn said, caving first. She threw herself at

  Dallas and they hugged tightly.

  Somehow, they both managed not to cry. Dallas knew that

  she could do that later. As in, a few minutes later, in her car on

  the way back to the hotel. Probably at the hotel. Back in the

  car on the way to the airport. Likely in the airport bathroom.

  Probably on the plane. Certainly when she got back home to

  her own place.

  Quinn kissed Dallas and Dallas kissed her back. Fiercely.

  Protectively. Lovingly. They had that final moment, that

  moment that she wished she could stretch out into a thousand

  years, and then she had to say goodbye and step out the door.

  Quinn stood in the open doorway, watching as Dallas got

  into her car and pulled away. Dallas stuck her hand out the

  window and waved and Quinn waved back madly.

  She watched for as long as she could, until she had to turn

  out of the condo complex and onto the main street. Even still,

  Dallas’ eyes flicked to the rear-view mirror more than once.

  She felt the tears coming and let them. She brushed them away

  as they fell, hoping her eyes wouldn’t be all swollen and red

  when she got to the airport.

  This time she might be leaving with the promise of coming

  back, of being with Quinn, but she was still leaving a huge

  piece of her heart back there with Quinn. This time it was a

  happy sort of farewell. It was probably the best goodbye, but

  like she’d thought before, it was still a goodbye and that really,

  really hurt.

  Dallas couldn’t wait to get to the airport to call Quinn. If

  she had to go back home, she couldn’t wait to get there, just so

  she could see Quinn over video.

  She swiped away the last of her tears and focused on the

  road. On getting to the hotel. To the airport, Back home. On

 

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