from him long enough to stare through the window. She wrinkled her upturned nose. âYou are sure this food is good?â
Her expression was so cute, it immediately restored Edâs smile. âItâs at least as good as borscht,â he said.
She pouted. âBorscht is⦠how you say⦠sucks?â
More cuteness. âSucks? I thought all Russians loved the stuff.â
Tatiana nodded with mock seriousness. âOh, yes. Andâ¦â She glanced around for a moment and dropped her voice to a whisper. âWe are all spies.â
Ed laughed again. âThen maybe I need someone to protect
me
from
you.â
Tatiana was quiet for a moment, then she leaned in and planted a quick kiss on Edâs cheek. âMaybe you do,â she said. She raised the umbrella high and started forward. âCome on. Show me the park.â
Tatiana walked on, but Ed didnât move. He stood there leaning on his crutches as though the tips had somehow sunk into the concrete.
Sheâs Russian. Sheâs only being friendly. Like hell.
Tatiana stopped and looked back at him. âAre you coming?â
Ed nodded.
Why couldnât I have met her six months ago?
he wondered. He caught up to her and slipped under the cover of the blue umbrella.
Could it really be only days since heâd had sex with Gaia? It seemed like something from another lifetime. Something from a movie that he had seen once but could barely remember. Gaia had been there, right next to him, warm and soft. He remembered waking up and finding her in the bed. He remembered the smile on her face and the way the sun had slanted through the window and burned against her hair. That morning had seemed like the start of a whole new life. And it had been. It just wasnât the life Ed hadexpected. Instead of life with Gaia, it had turned out to be the start of life After Gaia. Ed A.G.
Ever since that morning, she had treated him like he was suffering from some kind of plague. Every time he tried to find out what was going on, she only pushed him farther away. Ed felt more isolated from Gaia than he had on the first day he had seen her.
Lightning flashed as they approached the street corner. The sudden flare caught Tatiana in profile, illuminating her pale hair and lending a strange fire to her blue eyes. For a moment she seemed taller. Different.
âWhatâs wrong?â
Ed shook his head. âFor a second there you looked just likeââ
âLike who?â asked Tatiana. Her eyes were narrowed to slits framed by dark lashes.
Ed swallowed.
Like Gaia.
âDifferent is all.â
Tatiana continued to look at him for a moment. A smile came slowly to her face, but it was tentative. âThank you,â she said, but her eyes were still narrow. Ed thought she probably had a very good idea what he had been about to say.
âThe parkâs right over there,â Ed said, hoping to distract her. He pointed toward the dark brick walls and the looming trees with the rubber tip of his left crutch. âWe can cruise around the block, and Iâllââ
âNo,â said Tatiana. She looked at the park andshook her head. âYou were right. It is cold. We can go to the park another day.â
âSo. Do you want to⦠go home?â Ed asked with a shrug.
She nodded. âI think I should.â
For two blocks they walked along in painful silence with only the sound of rain thumping against the umbrella. A steady stream of cars swam past in the street, sending up twin plumes of water. The people they passed seemed as gray as the evening.
Ed abruptly stopped. âTatiana, Iâm sorry.â
She studied him with her head tilted slightly toward her right shoulder. âYou still love Gaia, donât you?â
Ed winced. âItâs that obvious, huh?â
âIf there is a word that means more obvious than obvious, then that is the word to use,â said Tatiana. She took one hand