I nodded toward the kitchen. "Coffee?" I poured her a cup and we sat down at the table. I waited till she swallowed her pain killer. "You, okay?"
She ran a hand through her hair. "Yeah, except for this brass band practicing in the back of my head." She took another sip from her mug. " I remember being here last night and then I woke up in my bed in my pajamas. What happened?"
"You were blitzed Trisha. I took you home and you puked in your bed room. I cleaned you up and put you to bed."
"Well, that explains the smell. Suppose you saw everything?"
"I had to--."
Trisha interrupted me. "I'm not complaining. I trust you totally. You have always taken care of me Ry. I guess that you are the only one that I do trust totally. I just want to know if I said or did anything stupid."
I smiled. "Other than beating on my door in the middle of the night, puking on me and passing out? Nothing that I could think of." I lied. She looked relieved.
Hours later, Trisha came by before I started dinner. She looked recovered and dressed to go out. "Let a friend take you to dinner?"
I picked a place down town. Dinner was nice. Trisha chatted away and I found that I really enjoyed her company. The discomfort that I had felt before, in her presence, had completely vanished. We left and I drove us back to the Condo. It was a warm night and I suggested that we go for a walk. She quickly agreed and she put her arm in mine. We walked for half an hour or so, down a path through the woods. We sat down on a bench off the path.
"Something's on your mind, Ryan. Care to tell me." Had to hand it to her, she wasn't dumb at all.
I turned to face her. "I lied to you this morning. Last night you told me that you loved me."
"My God." Tears formed in her eyes and she tried to turn away. I gently took her wrist and pulled her back. She wouldn't or couldn't look at me. I lifted her chin so she could look me in the eye.
