Chasing Love's Wings by Zoey Derrick

those discs I sent her. She
     hates me so; I couldn’t even begin to tell her that I was there, and she never gave
     me the chance.  
    I just hope she will...some day.

THIRTEEN
    ******
    Tristan
    ******

    “All right, man, no more games. What is going on between you and Cami?” Tyson asks.
     We’ve just returned to my trailer on set for our lunch break, despite the two o’clock
     hour.  
    “What the hell kind of question is that?”  
    He gives me that look, the one like, Are you stupid? “You know what I’m talking about.”  
    “Dammit, Ty, this is not the place for this.”
    “Like hell it’s not. You guys have been boiling hot, now you’re lucky if you’re lukewarm.
     And I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you that it is affecting everything you do. Including
     this crap.” He waves his arm around the trailer. “Thank God you haven’t gotten to
     your love scenes because, ouch.”  
    “Maybe that’s what’s bothering me.”
    “Bullshit.”  
    I know what Tyson is getting at and I haven’t told him anything about what I found
     out with Cami that night. He’d have already hauled off and killed Bobby by now just
     to make Cami happy and take the damn man out of the equation. It is becoming clearer
     and clearer that the longer we’re here in Billings, the more withdrawn she becomes
     and I hate it. It is eating at her.  
    “If I tell you, damn it, Tyson, this stays between us. You can’t go telling Jolene
     or anyone. You get me?”  
    “I get you, but you know better than that.”  
    He’s right, I do. Everything between Tyson and me stays between him and me. “This
     is fucking huge, Ty, promise me.”
    “Damn, yeah, I promise.”
    I take a deep breath; I might as well dive right into it. “Someone Cami thought to
     be dead...isn’t.”
    “Whoa. Who?” I give him a ‘Think about it, stupid’ look. “What the fuck? You can’t
     be serious.”
    “As a heart attack.” Fuck, wrong choice of words.
    “How the hell...” He doesn’t finish his question and he doesn’t have to. It’s something
     I’ve been wondering about for weeks now. “When did you find out?”
    “Do you remember the night I came home from L.A., back in July?” He nods. “When I
     got into the living room, she was completely shitfaced. And I mean falling-down drunk.
     She was still wearing the same clothes she’d taken me to the airport in.”
    “Fuck, man.”  
    “That’s how she cut her foot. She shattered a wine glass when I scared the hell out
     of her. She was too drunk to remember about it breaking, and before I could stop her,
     she stepped on the glass. Anyway, the night that I left, Mick and Beau gave her a
     package that contained a shit ton of crap from Bobby. Which wasn’t that big of a deal
     until she discovered his video apology.”  
    “So how does she know he’s alive?”
    “The video. The date and time stamp on the video said it was June second, twenty twelve.
     A week before I met her, and two weeks before her twenty-fifth birthday.”
    “That could’ve been a mistake, those things are never accurate.”
    “That was my argument too, but then she continued the video, and he showed her where
     to find him. It was a long shot, and I’m not even sure she knew then where it was,
     but ever since we got here to Montana, she’s slowly been pulling away from me. Closing
     in on herself. So I know now that she knows he is here and doesn’t know how to handle
     it.”  
    “How do you know he’s here?”  
    “Mick told me. It’s the house that Bobby bought and supposedly sold about three months
     before his ‘death.’ I’m afraid that we’re going to go home one night and she’ll be
     gone. Either to him or that she’ll run away from Montana. But she needs to figure
     it out, she won’t talk to me about it.” I take a deep breath. It kills me to have
     to come to work, some days for hours upon hours, not knowing what is going on with
     her back at the house.  
    So