“The Fiumei cemetery? What on earth for? Did you tell her about Clare?”
“No, nothing like that. She has family there. Ancestors, I’d suppose. Her grandmother is from Hungary.”
“I’ll ask, but I think tomorrow Marta has plans.”
“Whenever would be good for her, then. I doubt she’s in a hurry.”
“The girl? You have her there now, don’t you?”
“She’s here. Upstairs, studying.” Eliot had left her with a textbook and a problem set in his study.
“Got to get her downstairs, to the baths with you!” Otto chuckled heartily. “But Eliot, I do need to ask you a favor.”
“What?”
“Take my tickets to the restaurant opening.”
“I told you, it would be inappropriate to take her as a date.”
“Then take her as a student, nobody will care. It’s just a tiny little soiree.”
Eliot rolled his eyes. Otto’s soirees never turned out to be tiny.
“Please, brother. I can’t make it, and it would be a social snub if I missed it completely.”
“You will still be missing it completely!”
“Not at all, I’m sending another Herceg in my place. It’s been a while since you’ve shown yourself in public in Budapest; I’m sure the restaurant owners will be more than thrilled to have you in my place.”
“You’re not making me want to go with that talk. And with the way I left Hungary…”
“Eliot, don’t be stubborn! It’s just dinner. You don’t have to socialize with anyone. Please.”
Eliot thought of the fridge, empty but for a loaf of bread and a gallon of milk. He would have to go out to get dinner anyway. And perhaps Brynn would like to go to a fancy restaurant opening…
“Yes. You’ve decided to say yes. I can tell. Thank you, brother.”
Eliot sighed. “Fine. But I’m not sticking around for cocktails or any nonsense afterwards.”
“You can escape back to your hermitage after the dinner. Yes, fine.”
“Otto?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you for all this. For your support. And Marta’s.”
“Anything we can do, brother, anything at all. You deserve it. Have a wonderful dinner tonight with your lovely lady.”
Otto hung up before Eliot could protest.
I thought for most of my life that mathematics could describe anything. The population growth of deer, the deep spirals of the calla lilies blooming in the spring, the reverberations of an echo down an empty tunnel. The path of an arrow as it fell headlong toward its target. Even love, the chemical reactions and electrical signals in our brains that made us fall into each other’s arms headlong in bliss.
All of the world obeyed the rules laid down years ago by mathematics, at the beginning of time, perhaps even before time existed. Everything happened for a logical reason, an event set into motion another event and so on and so forth. From initial conditions, as Quentin would say. There was no such thing as magic. Or so I thought.
It only took one kiss for my orderly, predictable world to fall into pieces.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Eliot paced the floor, waiting for Brynn to be ready for dinner. His buttoned shirt irritated him at his neck, the collar so starched and stiff that any motion felt like an itch. He felt overdressed in a suit after so many years spent in Californian casual attire. The restaurant opening specified a dress code, though, and he didn’t want to undermine Otto’s reputation among whatever crowd would be there tonight any more than he already would just by being there. He hoped that anybody who recognized him would stay far away, and he would be able to spend the evening quietly with Brynn.
He heard the click of a heel against the hard floor, and looked up to see Brynn standing at the top of the stairs. All of the breath ran out of his lungs. She wore a lilac sheath dress that flowed over and around her body, accenting her lovely curves in every place that mattered. Her hair was pinned up in a loose bun, a few wavy strands hanging over her cheeks. She looked down at him from the stairway and he could see her eyes widen similarly at the sight of him.
What a pair we make, he thought, then tore the thought out of his mind. They were no pair, and she was strictly off-limits. But it was impossible to mistake her for a girl in that dress—every movement of hers down the stairs was as graceful and womanly as a ballerina. Despite himself, he felt his entire body respond to the vision before him. Brynn stopped on the last stair. Only the slight bashfulness of her eyes indicated her nervousness.
“You look absolutely stunning,” Eliot said, and Brynn beamed.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” Brynn said. Eliot laughed. Graciously offering out his arm, he helped her down the last step of the staircase. She stopped at the door and he turned back to face her.