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Chapter One Hundred Eighteen

The envelope was waiting for them when they got home.

Jay picked it up first, his fingers trembling as he turned it over. No stamp. No return address. Just his name scrawled across the front in handwriting that made his stomach drop. He knew that handwriting. He'd seen it on too many letters.

"Cole."

The name came out smaller than he meant it to. Cole was already beside him, his jaw tight, his gray eyes fixed on the paper. He didn't say anything. He just took
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    The traveling exhibition was confirmed.London. New York. Chicago. Berlin. Jay's work would cross the ocean. His paintings would hang in four different cities. People who had never seen his art would walk through galleries and stop in front of his pieces. They would feel something. They would remember his name.Jay sat on the couch. He stared at the wall. His mind was blank. Not empty. Blank. Like someone had wiped everything clean.Cole sat next to him."What are you thinking?" Cole asked."Nothing.""That's not possible.""I'm not thinking about anything."Cole studied him. "That's a first."Jay laughed. It was weak. "I know.""Do you want to talk about it?""About what?""About the exhibition. The tour. The pressure."Jay shook his head. "I don't feel pressure. I feel... nothing."Cole put his arm around him. "That's okay.""Is it?""Yeah. Sometimes nothing is what you need."Jay went to the studio that afternoon.The room was empty. The walls were bare. The paintings were already

  • His sisters boyfriend    one hundred and seventy

    The flight to Paris was long.Jay sat by the window. Cole sat next to him. The plane lifted off. The city shrank below them. Jay pressed his face to the glass. He watched until the buildings disappeared. Then he watched the clouds. Then he watched nothing at all."You're quiet," Cole said."I'm thinking.""About the retrospective?""About everything."Cole reached over. He took Jay's hand. "We're going to be okay.""We?""Us. Together. Always."Jay squeezed his hand. "I love you."Cole squeezed back. "I know."The hotel was in the heart of the city.Small room. Big window. A view of the Eiffel Tower. Jay stood by the window and stared at it. The tower was lit up. It sparkled. He didn't know what he was feeling. Excitement. Fear. Something in between.Cole came up behind him. He put his arms around Jay's waist."What are you thinking?""That I'm here. Paris. The retrospective. It's real.""It's real.""I don't know if I'm ready."Cole turned him around. "You're ready.""What if I'm not

  • His sisters boyfriend    one hundred and sixty nine

    The phone rang at 7am.Jay was still asleep. The sound cut through his dreams. He reached for it blindly. His hand knocked over a glass of water. It spilled across the nightstand. He cursed under his breath.Cole stirred next to him."Who is it?" Cole mumbled."I don't know."Jay squinted at the screen. Unknown number. He almost ignored it. Something made him answer."Hello?""Jay." It was Elena. Her voice was tight. "I have news."Jay sat up. "What kind of news?""The kind you've been waiting for. The Paris museum called. They want to feature your work in their main gallery. A retrospective. Your entire body of work."Jay blinked. "The main gallery?""The main gallery. They want to do a full retrospective. All your pieces. From the beginning to now."Jay swung his legs over the side of the bed. "I don't have that many pieces.""Then paint more.""I only have a few months.""Then make them count."Jay was quiet. His mind was racing. The main gallery. The main room. The museum. It was

  • His sisters boyfriend    one hundred and sixty eight

    The morning after the Paris opening, Jay woke up to sunlight streaming through the hotel window and the Eiffel Tower glittering in the distance.He lay still for a long time. His chest was light. His mind was quiet. The weight that had been sitting on him for months had finally lifted. He didn't know why. He didn't question it. He just let himself feel it.Cole stirred behind him."You're awake," Cole mumbled."I'm awake.""What time is it?""Late."Cole pulled him closer. "Good. Stay here."Jay smiled. "I'm not going anywhere."They had breakfast at a small cafe near the hotel.Croissants. Coffee. Fresh fruit. Jay ate slowly. He didn't rush. He didn't think about the show. He didn't think about the paintings. He just ate.Cole watched him."What?" Jay asked."Nothing.""You're staring.""I'm looking.""It's the same thing.""It's not.""It is."Jay laughed. "You're impossible."Cole grinned. "You love it."Jay looked at him. "I do."The phone rang at 10am. Elena."Jay," she said. "Ho

  • His sisters boyfriend    one hundred and sixty Seven

    Jay woke up the morning before Paris and couldn't move.His body was heavy. His mind was blank. He lay in bed staring at the ceiling. The sun was coming through the curtains. Cole was still asleep next to him. His breathing was steady. His arm was draped across Jay's chest.Jay didn't move. He didn't want to wake him. He just lay there. Thinking about nothing. Thinking about everything.He must have fallen asleep again. When he opened his eyes, Cole was sitting up. He was looking at Jay with worried eyes."Jay," Cole said. "You okay?""I'm fine.""You're not fine.""I'm tired."Cole leaned closer. "You've been tired for months.""I know.""Maybe you need to rest.""I've been resting.""No. You've been working. That's not the same thing."Jay was quiet. He didn't have an argument.Jay went to the studio that afternoon.The room was empty. The walls were bare. The paintings were already on their way to Paris. He stood in the middle of it and turned in a circle. He had nothing left to do

  • His sisters boyfriend    one hundred and sixty six

    Paris.The word sat in Jay's head like a stone. Heavy. Permanent. Unmovable. He couldn't stop thinking about it. Paris. Another city. Another show. Another forty paintings. His hands were already tired just from the thought of it.He sat on the couch. The apartment was quiet. Cole was in the kitchen. The smell of coffee drifted through the air. Jay stared at the wall. He didn't move. He didn't speak.Cole walked over. He sat next to Jay. "You're quiet.""I'm thinking.""About Paris?""About everything."Cole put his arm around him. "You don't have to decide today.""I know.""But you're going to think about it anyway."Jay nodded. "I'm going to think about it anyway."Jay went to the studio that morning.The room was empty. The walls were bare. He stood in the middle of it and turned in a circle. He had no paintings. No plans. No ideas. Just a deadline and a city that was waiting for him.Rivera walked in. She didn't knock."You're back," she said."I'm back.""You're not painting.""

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  • His sisters boyfriend    chapter thirteen

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