“He’d better be a good one,” Kitsch said.

I tried not to smile.

By the looks on their faces it was obvious they had their own theories, but they walked out without antagonizing me.

Harbinger waved and walked out with Kitsch. Trex was still sitting on the center bench, typing out a message to Darby she wouldn’t receive unless he showed it to her. Beads of sweat formed at his hairline; a few at his temple had broken away and fell down his cheek.

“It shouldn’t be this hot underground,” I said.

Trex sat up and sighed. “It shouldn’t be this hot in Colorado.”

“The air in here makes it worse, I think.” The holes in the lockers dug into my back, so I adjusted. “I saw her at the front desk. She was busy.”

“When were you there?” he asked. “And why?”

I shrugged.

“You’re seeing Zeke, aren’t you?”

“We’re friends.”

Trex thought about that for a moment then nodded, grinning. “That’s… I’m really happy for you, Nomes. Zeke is a good guy.”

“We’re not getting married. We’re just friends. You’re getting more action with your pregnant girlfriend than I am.”

Trex laughed. He didn’t shock easily, but I could still surprise him once in a while. “So are you just taking it slow, or is he firmly in the friend zone?”

I hesitated. “I don’t know.”

“Talk to me.”

I sighed, propping my foot up on the lockers behind me. “It feels wrong, Trex. I still feel married. I know Matt’s not coming home, but there was a beginning and a middle, but no end.”

“There was an end.”

I looked away. “Not because we didn’t love each other.”

“What happened is more final than a breakup or a divorce. Matt would want you to be happy, Naomi.”

“Why does everyone keep saying that? I know. I know he would. I’m just trying to wrap my head around this.”

“And Zeke is patient?”

“Too patient.”

“Then it’s fine. You’ll get there on your own time.”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I still feel the same, and it’s not fair to Zeke.”

“Go talk to him.”

“What?”

“You know where he is. Go talk to him. Tell him about Zeke.”

I thought about that for a while. “Go to Virginia?”

Trex simply nodded. “Take the weekend.”

I looked around while I thought, grabbed my bag, and walked straight to the FJ, texting Zeke before I lit the cigarette in my mouth and hit the road.

I have to cancel tonight.

Was it something I said?

No. All good.

I think this is the first night we haven’t spent hanging out other than when I’m on the mountain.

I know. It’s just for a few days. Something I gotta do.

Is it dangerous?

No.

Okay. Call me when you get back.

Will do.