Izzy got out of the car as they approached, and Beau smiled at her.
“Izzy, I’d like to introduce you to my mom, Nina Russell. Mom, this is Isabelle Marlowe.”
Izzy held out her hand, and Beau’s mom took it in both of hers.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Isabelle,” she said. “Beau has told me so much about you. Thank you, for everything you’ve done for him.”
Izzy blushed as Beau’s mom smiled down at her.
“Nice to meet you, too, Ms. Russell,” Izzy said. “And it wasn’t…I didn’t…”
Beau’s mom laughed. “Nina, please.” She patted Izzy’s hand and released it. “I won’t keep you two, but I hope I’ll be able to get to know you better soon.”
Izzy smiled at her. “I’d like that, too,” she said. She turned to get into the passenger side of the car; she wanted to let Beau and his mom say goodbye without her standing there. “It was really nice to meet you.”
Beau turned to his mom and gave her a short, but very tight, hug and then said something to her that made her laugh and hug him again. He got in the car, rolled his window down, and waved.
“Bye, Mom,” he said. “See you soon.”
Beau didn’t say anything as they drove away, navigated to the freeway, and merged into traffic. Music was on, the same hip-hop playlist they’d listened to on their way there. Izzy took her cue from him and didn’t ask any questions.
He didn’t have to tell her what happened with his mom, obviously. Even though she was dying to know.
When he pulled into a gas station again, he turned off the car and finally looked at her.
“Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t want to talk about this while I was driving.”
Then he didn’t say anything for a moment.
“It was great to meet her,” Izzy said, to help him along. “You both seemed happy.”
He ran his hand through his hair and smiled. He looked embarrassed but pleased. It was nice to see him like that.
“Yeah,” he said. “I think so. But at first…I didn’t know what to say, or how to start. For a while, we just made awkward conversation about the weather and her house and the Santa Barbara house. I wanted to apologize for real, but it was so hard. So finally I pulled up one of the chapters on my phone, one I’ve been working on this week, about what I discovered that night, and how awful I felt, and feel, about what I said to her, and what he did, and everything else. I handed my phone to her and asked her to read it. And then she started crying and I hugged her and she hugged me and then we talked hard for the next two hours about everything.” He laughed. “Well, maybe not everything. We have a lot more to talk about, years to catch up on, but we talked about a lot. It was really…hard. But good.”
Izzy touched his hand. “I’m so glad” was all she said. She wanted to say more, about how happy and relieved she was for him, but from the way Beau squeezed her hand and smiled at her, she could tell he understood what she meant.
“Me too.” He let go of her hand. “Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that. And to thank you, for helping me do this. I wouldn’t have done it without you.”
She almost said, “Oh, I didn’t do anything,” or “Yes, you would have” but she stopped herself. It was true. He wouldn’t have done it without her.
“You’re welcome,” she said instead.
He turned back to the steering wheel and then stopped. “Wait. We actually do need gas this time.”
They both laughed as he got out of the car.
They didn’t talk a lot on the drive back to Santa Barbara, but the silence didn’t seem tense. She didn’t occupy herself with her phone, scrolling through social media and sending meaningless texts to Priya like she had done on the way to LA. Instead, she just sat there in the passenger seat and daydreamed.
When they pulled up to the house, Beau stopped the car but didn’t get out.
“You have your keys, right? I think I want to go down to the beach for a little while,” he said.
She dug through her bag and found the keys. She opened the car door, but then she turned to him. “Do you want company?”
He smiled at her. “Only if the company is you.”
Izzy looked away so he wouldn’t see her smiling. Her cheeks felt warm—was she blushing? If she was, at least Beau wouldn’t be able to tell.
They got to the beach just as the sun was starting to set. Beau spread an old blanket from the trunk onto the sand, and they sat down. For a while, they both just stared in silence at the pink-and-orange horizon.