Doublecrossed Part 4

Regan's voice was as cold as ice. Each word was crisply enunciated and cut short. "Angela and I don't have an agreement. I'm not interested in that kind of agreement. I'm interested in being with someone who makes a promise and keeps it."

Callie started to talk just as Regan made some of those "I'm finished" kinds of noises. Undaunted, Callie continued, "If that works for both of you, that's great."

"It works for me. Obviously Angela's not as committed to the idea as I am."

"Maybe she just made a mistake. I'm not sure what went down between them, and frankly I don't want to know, but I'm confident that Marina doesn't want it to continue."

There was just a glimmer of hesitation when Regan said, "Angela says the same thing." Some of the frost left her voice and Callie could tell that her mind wasn't completely made up.

"I don't want to talk smack about my own girlfriend, but Marina can be pretty persuasive. She said they'd both had too much to drink, and she probably made the first move." That was the exact opposite of what Marina said had happened, but she didn't feel that she was lying by making that conjecture. It was entirely unbelievable that Marina would let someone seduce her if she didn't want to be seduced. Being exploited wasn't in her nature.

Sounding just short of incredulous, Regan said, "It doesn't bother you that your girlfriend screws around like that? Doesn't that just make you some other girl she has s.e.x with?"

How dare she! She didn't have to take this from a stranger. Hotly, she said, "No. That's not how it is. We have an agreement." She took a breath. "Actually, we have a list. You can't have s.e.x with someone if her name isn't on the list."

Regan sounded like she wanted to reach through the phone and punch Callie. "I would have liked to know that Angela's name was on your d.a.m.n list. Then I could have kicked her out before she humiliated me."

"No! No! Angela wasn't on the list. She's exactly the kind of person I never would have allowed Marina to sleep with."

"What the f.u.c.k is wrong with Angela?" Regan demanded. Then she muttered a soft, "What in the h.e.l.l?"

"There's nothing wrong with Angela. But I'd never allow Marina to put somebody on her list who wasn't single or in an open relations.h.i.+p. And people from work are always off limits. That's just stupid."

Regan sounded hurt and very fragile when she tentatively said, "So does it hurt less for you?"

"Yeah, maybe. Oh, I don't know." Her head started to throb. It was hard enough talking to Marina about this. Now she had to tell Regan about it? When Regan didn't say another word she realized she had to suck it up and get to it. "A few years ago my lover did something pretty tame in comparison and it hurt a lot more. I guess I've gotten less sensitive to s.e.xual things. When Marina's with me, she's mine alone and that's worked for us."

"I want Angela to be mine whether I'm watching her or not."

That stung a little, but Callie didn't acknowledge the slight. Their agreement was obviously too out of the norm for most people to understand. "I guess that's the ideal, but it's hard to get. I've decided it's more realistic to allow for some flexibility."

"Yeah, it sounds like that worked out great." Regan's sarcasm was ill disguised.

"Obviously it didn't work out very well this time. But I'm committed to making this work. That's a promise I made and having Marina break a promise to me doesn't give me an excuse to break one to her."

Regan was quiet for quite a while. "It was nice of you to call."

"I might not be where you are now, but I was there a few years ago. I really do know what it feels like to have the person you love most break your heart."

Regan sounded like she might be sniffling away tears. "Yeah. Thanks. I've got to go." And with that, she broke the connection.

Callie sat perfectly still for a few seconds, the phone still in her hand. She and Regan had been talking about exactly the same betrayal, but there was a fierceness, a raw hurt that Regan obviously felt. Callie couldn't summon that same degree of outrage, and wondered why this had affected Regan so much more profoundly. Regan was probably younger and hadn't suffered as many blows. Once she'd been through it a few times, it wouldn't hurt nearly as much.

Marina answered her cell phone on the first ring. "What happened?"

"I think you'd better review your other options because the phone call didn't turn out very well."

Anxiety permeated Marina's voice. "Tell me everything."

"Why don't you come upstairs, honey?"

"Don't want to waste time. What happened?"

"It wasn't a horrible conversation, but she didn't seem very willing to give Angela another chance."

"Tell me more! You were on the phone for hours."

"I was on for about four minutes. She didn't seem very interested in talking to me and she seemed really p.i.s.sed off. Obviously, I don't know her at all, but if I had to bet, I'd bet that she was finished. She said she felt humiliated."

"Over a harmless f.u.c.k? What is wrong with people?"

Callie didn't comment. To have Marina ask that question indicated a complete lack of understanding of human nature.

Chapter Five.

The tension in the apartment over the next few days was just short of unbearable. Marina was short-tempered and edgy, and for the first time, Callie felt nothing but relief when Marina had to leave for San Antonio early on Thursday morning.

After Marina kissed her goodbye, Callie gave in to her urges and stayed in bed. She had some phone calls to make and she was working on finis.h.i.+ng a book cover for a local publis.h.i.+ng company, but she always did better work when she was under the gun. Just having Marina out of the house made her feel better than she had in days, and she found that her libido was just as happy as the rest of her. She spent almost an hour fantasizing about random women while she touched herself from her shoulders to her knees, relis.h.i.+ng the sensation of her own body. Afterwards, while she was showering, it occurred to her that she hadn't had one image of Marina in her fantasy film reel. That was odd for her, very odd. Thinking of Marina was always part of pleasuring herself. And when had she ever been glad to get her out of the house? This wasn't good news. If she didn't want Marina at home and she was afraid to have s.e.x with her... there wasn't much left.

At ten o'clock that night Marina called and Callie could tell that she had good news just by the way she said h.e.l.lo. "They're not breaking up!"

"You talked to Angela?"

"Yeah, of course I did. The girlfriend sure isn't going to call me."

"Right. Stupid question. Did Angela say what happened?"

"Not really, and I didn't ask. All she said was that they were going to try to make it work."

"I'm glad. Now maybe you can relax a little bit."

"I'm the one who's glad. I think your phone call made a difference. You're very persuasive when you want to be."

"Maybe she just loves her."

"I hope so, and I hope if they ever do break up it's not because of this. I think I've dodged a bullet."

"Do you..." Callie was afraid to ask the question, but she had to. She had to know. "Do you talk to her much?"

Marina answered very quickly. "No. We have to talk about work, of course, but that's it."

That was a lie. It had to be. She knew just how it had gone. Marina had been subtly persistent, calling Angela several times, never about work. Marina wasn't the kind of person to let the chips fall where they may. And she never let chips fall when she could manipulate them in some way.

Callie went into her office and tried to concentrate on that book cover that was almost due. Thinking about this mess wasn't helping. It just made her doubt Marina more, and that wasn't the direction she wanted to go in.

Callie was in the kitchen making dinner the next night when Marina arrived home from her trip. As soon as she opened the door she called out happily, "Sweetheart? Where are you?"

Callie went to the doorway and gave Marina a frankly puzzled look. "I'm right here."

Without even taking her coat off, Marina dashed across the living room and gathered Callie up in her arms. "I missed you," she said, kissing all over her face.

Callie giggled while pulling away. "That tickles!"

Marina released her and patted her on the b.u.t.t as she walked away. "Let's go out to dinner and celebrate."

"But I'm making your favorite enchiladas."

"They're just as good the next day. Come on. We'll go someplace really nice. I feel like this is a new beginning."

Callie looked at her and saw the longing in her eyes. She had a very difficult time saying no to Marina under the best of circ.u.mstances, but when she could tell that something was truly meaningful to her, it was impossible. She considered her finances and decided that she could delay the scheduled maintenance on her car for another couple of weeks. "You call and get us reservations and I'll get ready." As she pa.s.sed her, Marina snuck an arm around her waist, held her still and kissed her deeply. Callie tried to respond as she normally would, but it felt forced and she went into their room trying to ignore the dread she felt in the pit of her gut. When one of those forceful kisses didn't make her tingle-something was very wrong.

The next day was rainy and cool, but Marina's parents were in town and she wanted to go meet them and play golf. Callie knew how to play and was, in fact, better at the game than Marina was, but she didn't enjoy playing with the Boltons. The family acted like each shot was vital. Because it seemed more like work than play for her, she opted out. But Marina was so disappointed that she made an offer she knew would please her.

"I think I'll stay home and get your new computer set up. I know you hate doing things like that."

Marina grinned happily. "It's not so much that I hate it as that I'm terrible at it. You're the only techie in this family."

Callie gave her a quick hug. "I hope your clients don't know how little you know about technology."

"I'm a sales person, not a programmer. I have people who can talk tech...thank G.o.d." She went into her office and came back with two laptops. "Just take everything from the old one and throw it onto the new one. You can do that, right?"

Callie smiled. "Yeah, I can do that. It'll take some time, but it's not hard. I can work on my own stuff while yours is crunching away."

"Hey, could you put the contacts from my old phone onto the new computer?"

"Sure. Your old phone had a chip, right?"

"Uhm, a chip is...?"

"Let me see it, honey."

Marina went to get it, returning a few moments later. "Sorry I don't pay attention to things like this."

"It's fine. This is my field."

"Are you sure you don't mind?"

"I don't mind a bit. Make sure you dress warmly. They're predicting this might turn to ice."

"Excellent. If the weather's bad enough we'll have the course to ourselves."

"That's one way to look at it," Callie said wryly.

She wasn't a snoop. Callie had quite a few qualities she was less than proud of, but she wasn't a snoop. Hacking into Marina's old phone was something she never would have done before. But she couldn't let go of her suspicions, and having them made staying untenable. She didn't want to know what Angela and Marina talked about. If she'd had the transcripts in front of her she wouldn't have read them. But she was almost certain that Marina was lying about the length of her relations.h.i.+p with Angela and she wanted... needed to know the truth. She actually felt that snooping might help their relations.h.i.+p because if she found out Marina was telling the truth, she could finally let this all go.

She pulled the chip out of the phone and used a device she'd bought years earlier when she was working in IT that let her pull off all the instant messages stored on the phone. Even the ones that had been erased.

It didn't take long to find what she was looking for. She went back almost two years to what looked like the beginnings of their flirtation. Her stomach was sour and there was a bitter taste in her mouth as she read random sentences from those early interactions.

She supposed there were business reasons to text someone's personal phone, but those seemed rare. You texted with a business colleague if you wanted to become her friend, or her lover.

It looked like things stayed at the flirtation stage for a long time, probably six months. But it was clear they had slept together a year and a half ago. A year and a half ago. Right when she'd moved to Dallas. Marina started having an affair... a real affair... not just s.e.x... just after they'd agreed on their rules.

Her heart pounded and she wondered if she might actually pa.s.s out. Colors swirled behind her tightly closed eyes, and she bent over putting her head between her knees.

Getting up, she held onto the desk for a few minutes to steady herself, then went into the kitchen and opened a beer. The tiny bubbles tickled her throat, and the sensation of the ice cold liquid distracted her for a few seconds.

She chugged the entire bottle, wis.h.i.+ng briefly that she could tolerate Scotch. Once her nerves settled down, she steeled herself to go back into the office and finish her grim task.

She saw quite a few entreaties from Angela begging Marina to be discreet. She also saw a piece of a frantic interaction where Marina was trying to convince Angela that their affair wasn't going to harm her relations.h.i.+p with Regan. Marina had been the one pus.h.i.+ng it. This was all coming from her. Lying, cheating, sc.u.m Marina.

Her brain was racing. What to do? Leave now and be gone when she got home? Or stay and talk? The mere thought of that made her stomach turn. Putting her mind on hold was what she needed. Getting into project mode, she went about finis.h.i.+ng the routine task of transferring information from one computer to the other by rote. It took her a few hours, and she spent much of that time trying to decide what to do, even though she was desperate to stop the mental clamor. She was so confused, so buffeted by images of Marina's lying face that she knew she needed some time before she did anything permanent. Rash decisions were never good ones, so she packed up her computer and a few days worth of clothes, then left a brief note for Marina saying she had to go home to deal with a family matter.

Once she was out of the apartment, Callie felt a little better. The air seemed cooler and fresher, and her head cleared somewhat. While she sat in her car, she used her phone to check prices and availability of flights to Phoenix. Because it was last-minute, prices were very high, but she didn't want to drive for fifteen hours. She made a reservation and hoped she wouldn't be at the airport all night long because of the rain and wind. Nonetheless, the airport was a better place than her home because Marina wasn't at the airport.

Chapter Six.

Callie waited until she was a.s.sured a seat on the last flight of the day to Phoenix before she made a call. She could have chosen her mom or either of her sisters, but she called Terri. They'd known each other for almost twenty years, and there was no one who understood her better, or judged her less. And from where she stood, nothing was more important.

At midnight, Terri was faithfully waiting at the arrivals level of the Phoenix airport. She reached across the car and flung the door open as Callie approached. As soon as Callie slid into the car, Terri said, "Do you want to talk about it now, or wait until we get home?"

"I guess now," Callie said quietly. "There's a lot I haven't told you."

"I figured as much." Terri gave her a fond smile. "I know you like to keep problems to yourself until you figure them out."

"I do. But I can't figure this one out alone."

Because of her frequently changing schedule, Terri had settled into being a night owl, so she was wide awake and ready to listen. They went to the first all-night diner they saw, and Callie ordered a burger, hoping that it would sit well in her somersaulting stomach.

While they ate, Callie went through all of the highlights and the lowlights of the past few weeks, appreciating the sympathetic comments Terri made along the way.

"What do you think you're going to do?" Terri asked.

"I don't see that I have any choice." Pus.h.i.+ng her coffee cup away, she stacked her fists on the table and rested her head on them. "How can I maintain any sense of self-respect if I let her lie to me over and over like this?"

Terri reached over and gently rubbed Callie's back. "Why is this a deal breaker for you?"