Lovely Trigger (Tristan & Danika #3)(7)

We both laughed, though it wasn’t far from the truth.

“Well, I know they all call.  Why don’t you pick up the phone?”

“This is going to sound awful, but I just don’t feel like it.  I’ll go out to dinner once, but if I don’t enjoy myself much, why try again?  I like my own company just fine.  I suspect that I’m just one of those people that’s destined to stay single.  It’s fine.  There are worse things than being alone.”

He waved that off.  “You’re just young.  You’ll grow out of it in a few years.  Or maybe you just need to find the right guy.”

I didn’t tell him that I had found that guy, once.

I had no desire to talk about any of the T words.

TRISTAN

I’d been torn apart and put back together, and though I knew the end result was better now than who I’d been before, some days it didn’t feel that way.  Lots of days, it just felt like like the world had lost its color, and the only things that defined my life were the things I’d lost.  I spent a lot of time trying to convince myself that I was okay without her, and some days I even believed it.

It was well over a year before I could admit that she was lost to me, and that was with almost no contact at all.

James hired me on to do a show, far sooner than planned.  He reasoned that it would take time to rehearse and to help get the theatre together.  I had to immerse myself in the entire process, every bit of it.  It was my baby after all.  The theatre had to be completely renovated.  He wanted me to go live within a week of his current act retiring, and it would take a year for me to prep.

It was a Godsend for me.  I kept busy, productive, active.  There was less time to dwell on the past.

The casino’s retiring magician, Tony Biello, had no hard feelings about me being his replacement.  In fact, he turned out to be something of a father figure and a mentor for me.

I’d admired his act since I was a kid, so when he started coming by the theatre to see how things were coming along, I was more star struck than I’d ever been and stressed out to boot, since I had no clue whether his retirement was voluntary.

He quickly set my mind at ease.  He was a strange old coot that wore a top hat in the middle of the day and large white framed glasses that matched his wiry hair.

He was a large man, and in his seventies was heading in the direction of overweight.

I was on my semi-built stage, showing the architect I’d been working with just what I needed for the spot directly below our feet, when Tony came striding into the theatre.

He took one look at me and started laughing.  “Let me guess.  This is going to be some sort of act where they make you take your shirt off a lot.  No doubt about it, I’ve been outclassed.”

My mouth quirked up in a grin, and I hopped down to shake his hand.

“I made them put it in my contract that I wouldn’t go shirtless more than twice a night,” I joked.  “Had to put my foot down somewhere.”

He clutched his big belly while he laughed.  “And you can take a joke.  Outclassed indeed.”

I scratched my head, trying to find the words to broach an awkward subject.

“Don’t worry, my boy, my retirement was voluntary.  I’m old, I have a bad heart, and it’s time I started taking better care of myself.  I’ve just come to welcome you to the team, and to let you know that my door is always open, if you need any advice.  Hell, I’d love to help.  I’ve been in the magic game for fifty years.  I’d hate to think I was letting go of it completely.

I was inordinately pleased by this.  Tony Biello offering his support was all that I, who’d been practicing tricks from the first time I’d gotten my hands on a deck of cards, could ever want.  It was a surreal, dream come true kind of moment.  “Thank you.  I’ve been a fan of yours since I was a kid.  That means a lot to me.  I’m sure I’ll be taking you up on that.  Also, I wonder if you could make some guest appearances, if you’re up for it.”

He grinned his jolly grin.  “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

He came by almost every day after that, watching the work being done, giving advice, and asking a million questions about the show I was planning.

I tried to stay busy twenty-four seven, but unfortunately, there was always downtime, while I waited for contractors to show up, or found myself at loose ends.  Still, I avoided downtime like the plague.

Of course, the time that I did spend dwelling was more agonizing than ever now that we worked in the same damned building.

The art gallery was made of glass, placed high above the ground of the casino floor, designed to be a piece of art itself.  Watching someone inside of it and not letting them know that you were watching them, well, it couldn’t have been more perfectly designed for just that.

There was a small indoor courtyard there, just some tables and chairs attached to a coffee shop.  It was set below and at an angle to the glass gallery.  I could sit there and stare for as long as I wanted, and she never saw, never took notice.

I did this a lot.

This was pure masochism, but I couldn’t seem to stop.

Every break I had, every time I came or went I stopped at that little spot.  I’d grab food from somewhere else and bring it there.  I put in time at that torturous little spot.