Running Game(114)
“I miss you,” I quickly blurted out, unwilling to talk myself out of expressing the sentiment. “I wish you were here.”
Riley remained quiet on the line.
“…Riley?”
Finally, she responded: “Oh god, Lex, I’ve made a huge mistake. I miss you too.”
I closed my eyes and rested my face against the window, holding the phone pressed against my ear. “I want you here, Riley. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since we parted ways… and I’ve been a wreck. Losing you devastated me… and I know I can’t have you, but I want you so badly.”
There was another piercing silence over the phone. I feared with every passing second that I would hear the line disconnect.
In fact, I thought it did briefly, but that’s when I noticed Jess trying to dial me on the other line. I ignored her call and continued to hold out for Riley’s response.
“If I don’t go to San Diego… I’m walking away from the opportunity of a lifetime.”
“You never needed Gloria before, and you don’t need her today. If you want to go, you should go. Maybe I can visit next time I’m in the states…”
Another piercing silence… punctuated by the sound of soft crying. Concern clouded my thoughts, and I felt my heart quiver with pain.
“Riley?”
“I love you, Lex.”
It was my turn to be stunned.
“…I love you too, Riley.”
“I can’t do this.”
“What can’t you do?”
“I can’t take her offer. She wants me to forsake any distractions…”
“Why is that a problem?” I asked.
“Because you’re a distraction. You’re a big goddamned distraction!” Riley shouted.
“That was her condition: move to California and give up everything else. Focus only on my artwork. She thinks that I need to work under a different atmosphere and to give up my life in order to produce my best work. She’s only giving me fourteen hours to decide, and then I’m gone…”
The phone buzzed against my ear again.
It was Jess again.
I ignored the call.
“Riley… you have to take this chance,” I insisted. “You’ve worked so hard for this opportunity. All I could do was get her to listen to you. You have your chance. You’ve got to take it.”
“I don’t care about that anymore,” she whispered sadly down the phone. “I never told you this… But… The magic came back.”
“The magic?” I thought aloud. “You mean, your art? You’re satisfied with your painting again?”
“I am,” she told me confidently. “After we met, I painted something… I haven’t shown it to anyone yet. It’s different… It’s better. Being with you made me better.”
She wasn’t the only one… Jess had been right. Riley was the best thing that ever happened to me…
“I don’t need to be in some stuffy San Diego studio… I need to be with you. You bring out my best creative side. You made me so happy, even if I wasn’t willing to admit it to myself… or to you.”
“So, what do you want to do, then?” I asked. The silence was deafening. I could feel the conflict through the line.
“Lex… I don’t know what to do,” she whispered.
“I’m coming back Riley. I’ll be on a plane tonight. Whatever decision you make tomorrow, I want to be there…”
This was more than I could have ever hoped for. I practically hurled a victory fist into the sky.
“Gloria Van Lark expects an answer from me around mid-afternoon… can you get here before then?”
“I’ll be there for you,” I reassured her.
“Thank you, Lex…”
I could barely contain myself as I hung up the phone, but before I had a chance to celebrate, it was ringing again.
Jess… Shit…
“I was on the other line,” I explained with a small grin as I answered the call. “I have news for you. Are you ready?”
“You’re not the only one,” she replied, sounding incredibly enthusiastic. “Who is the best fucking publicist in the world?”
“I’m going to guess you,” I replied.
For some reason, something felt amiss.
“I expect more conviction in your voice the next time I ask that question, buddy,” Jess chuckled. “Better put on your best fucking suit because I’m already on my way. I’m going to be there in an hour.”
“What, why? I’m heading out the door. I’ve got a plane to catch.”
“No, you definitely don’t,” she chided me. “Not when you hear this news: Lex Lambert, you’ve officially landed a direct meeting with the Head of Public Relations for the Patrovo Corporation himself. Cancel whatever you were about to do, because no matter what it was… it can wait.”