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Chapter 62
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May announced itself on the first of the month by doing the thing Eleanor had promised the garden would do.I know because Eleanor called at seven in the morning — earlier than Eleanor usually called, which meant she'd been in the garden already, which meant she'd been watching for it — and said, without greeting: "The roses.""The roses," I said."Arthur's roses," she said. "They're doing the thing. Come and see."I went after the pharmacy shift. Caiden was already there when I arrived, standing at the garden gate with his jacket on and the expression he had when something had exceeded what he'd prepared for. He turned when he heard my footsteps."Go and see," he said.I went through the gate.The garden in May was the garden transformed — not the winter patience of bare structure, not the October in-between, but the full committed version of itself, the roses Arthur had chosen doing exactly what he'd chosen them to do. The variety was a climber, deep pink verging on red, growing alo
Married to the Wrong Billionaire Chapter 66
Rachel's husband called on a Tuesday in April.Not a text — a call, which meant he'd thought about it, which meant the thinking had taken long enough to become a decision rather than an impulse. I was on my lunch break at the pharmacy, sitting in the back room with a sandwich I'd made at six in the morning that had held up better than the Tuesday deserved.I answered because I'd told Rachel I would when he was ready."Lena," he said. His name was James and I'd spent two years in his apartment never quite sure how to be in the same room as him, which was its own kind of information about how that room had felt. "I know this is—" he stopped. Started again. "I owe you an apology. Rachel told me months ago that I owed you one and she was right and I've been trying to find the version of it that was honest rather than just adequate.""I'm listening," I said."The thirty days," he said. "I gave you thirty days in a way that was about me — about what your being there cost me — and I told mys
Married to the Wrong Billionaire Chapter 64
The library fit-out began on the second Monday of January.Grace sent photographs at seven fifteen in the morning — the crew arriving, the materials staged outside the entrance, the above-light doing the thing it did in January light, lower angle than summer, more dramatic, the kind of light that made you understand why someone had argued for it through three structural reviews.Caiden was already at the site when I got there at nine, before the pharmacy shift, standing in the alcove section watching the carpet installation begin. The carpet was exactly right — the specific texture that would hold warmth and absorb sound and contribute, over years, to the smell that was already beginning its long patient process of becoming itself."The smell starts today," I said, standing beside him."Yes," he said. "The carpet is the first layer." He looked at the rolls of it being brought through the entrance. "The wood shelving goes in next week. That's the second layer.""And the books," I said.
Married to the Wrong Billionaire Chapter 64
The library fit-out began on the second Monday of January.Grace sent photographs at seven fifteen in the morning — the crew arriving, the materials staged outside the entrance, the above-light doing the thing it did in January light, lower angle than summer, more dramatic, the kind of light that made you understand why someone had argued for it through three structural reviews.Caiden was already at the site when I got there at nine, before the pharmacy shift, standing in the alcove section watching the carpet installation begin. The carpet was exactly right — the specific texture that would hold warmth and absorb sound and contribute, over years, to the smell that was already beginning its long patient process of becoming itself."The smell starts today," I said, standing beside him."Yes," he said. "The carpet is the first layer." He looked at the rolls of it being brought through the entrance. "The wood shelving goes in next week. That's the second layer.""And the books," I said.
Married to the Wrong Billionaire Chapter 63
The curry was already on when I got back.Not because he'd known I was coming early — because mid-December meant the curry regardless of what else was happening, and this December it meant the curry and something else, the specific combination of a fixed point and a finished thing existing in the same afternoon.He turned when I came in. Looked at my face. "Clara called you," he said."This morning," I said. "At the pharmacy.""She called me at eight," he said. "Before you.""You didn't tell me," I said."You were at work," he said. "And I wanted you to hear it from Clara rather than from me. It was yours to hear first." He turned back to the stove. "Sit down."I sat at the island. The curry smell filled the apartment the way it always did — Mrs. Tan's method, the hours of attention, the embarrassing amount of butter she'd considered non-negotiable. The December city outside the windows, the lights on in the early afternoon dark."December twenty-second," I said."Specific," he said.
Married to the Wrong Billionaire Chapter 62
The second December was different from the first in ways that were both obvious and specific.Obviously different: the ring on my finger, the Renner Group inquiry running, the library enclosed on the corner lot, the school drawings approved and construction scheduled for January. The large visible differences, the ones anyone could have listed.Specifically different: the way the apartment felt at this time of year. The first December I'd been here six weeks, still learning the sounds of the building at night, still calibrating how much space two people needed around each other. The second December I knew which floorboard creaked outside the office doorway and that the kitchen was coldest between six and seven before the heating kicked up properly and that Caiden made the curry in mid-December regardless of what else was happening because Mrs. Tan's recipe was a fixed point and fixed points were how he oriented himself when things were large.The curry appeared on the fourteenth. I ca
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