When she stopped, she was about five feet away, and damn, her foundation was either the spackle they used at the end of Death Becomes Her or her skin was just fucking perfect. And those eyes. There was a king-sized bed with furry handcuffs attached to the headboard behind each one of those glittering black irises.
“Can I help you,” he said dryly. “Because you’ve obviously mistaken me for somebody.”
“No, I’ve been looking for you.”
As her words came through the air at him, he weaved on his feet, his brain shorting out for a brief second. But then, like the electricity came back on in his skull, he was perfectly fine save for a lingering headache.
He rubbed one of his temples. “Look, sweetheart, you need to keep moving on—”
“Dontcha recognize me? I’m a friend of your sister Janie’s.”
Butch froze. And not only at the words, but the Boston accent that came through loud as a marching band in those syllables. “What did you say?”
Those eyes never left his, and as he stared into them, he felt as though he were falling, even as he stayed on level ground.
“Your sister Janie. I went to school with her and you.” The woman pointed to her bodice. “Melissa McCarthy—and who knew that name would ever mean anything outside of Southie, right?”
Butch narrowed his stare. “Melissa… McCarthy?”
“You know, we lived on Bowen and F Street. I had braces back then, but you gotta remember me.”
“Your brother was…”
“Mikey. Remember they named the five of us with M’s? Mikey, me, Margaret, and Molly, the youngest. Megan, who shoulda been the baby of the family, didn’t make it when she was born.”
“Holy… shit, Melissa.” He closed the distance between them. “What the fuck you doin’ up here?”
His accent, long suppressed by his years in Caldwell, rebounded in his mouth like something that had been vacuum packed.
“We ain’t that far from Boston.”
“Far” was “Fah.” “Boston” was “Bahston.” And he loved it.
“Look, Butch,” she glanced around, “I didn’t mean to ride up on you like this, but it’s just too crazy a coincidence. I mean, I was just talkin’ to Joyce the other night. She had her second baby—but you know that, right?”
“Ah, my mom, she mentioned something.”
“So ya still in touch with some of your family, huh.”
“Just Ma. But she’s, you know…”
“Yeah, in that nursin’ home. I’m real sorry about that, Butch. Anyway, yeah, so Joyce was invitin’ me to the baptism back home. She said she hadn’t seen you, and when I told her I was livin’ up here, she said I should see if I could find you. No offense, but I don’t think she really meant it. It was kind of a bad joke.”
“That’s Joyce.”
“But yeah, so I was heading over to that club, Ten? Do you know it? Anyways, I seen this hot car go by and park in this garage. Then you came out the door. I was across the street—I couldn’t tell for sure it was you. But… it was. Is, I mean. You.”
They stared at each other for a while.
“It’s good to see you, Butch,” Melissa said in a voice that got shaky. “You got people who miss you, you know? I mean, where you been these last couple of years? And what’s with the clothes. You look like some kinda hard-ass now.”
Butch glanced down at his leathers. Opened his mouth. Closed it.
“Listen, whatever’s between you and your sistah?” Melissa shrugged. “It’s none of my business. I’m not… I mean, if you don’t want me saying nothing to her, that’s fine. And if you don’t want to talk to me, I understand. I know what it’s like to have to leave things behind. It’s not fun, no matter what side of the exit you’re on or the reasons why you have to go.”
Melissa wrapped her arms around herself and shivered a little, her eyes drifting away as if she were trying to stop her own memories from knocking on her frontal lobe.
“You shouldn’t be out here walking alone,” Butch heard himself say. “It’s not safe.”
She seemed to snap back to attention. “Oh, I know, right. Did you hear about those two bodies they found? What the fuck?”
“Why don’t I walk you to the club. That way, I know you’re safe.”
Melissa’s smile was shy, and very much at odds with her beauty.
“Come on,” Butch said as he offered her his arm. “Allow me to escort you.”
“Such a gentleman.” She linked a hold on him. “Hey, why don’t