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Show and Tell

Kristo“You’re sure this is the dress you want me to wear?” she asked, plucking at the dark green fabric clinging to her hips. I nodded.“Trust me. You look perfect,” I assured her. She had before, as well. That wrap dress had been stunning, and I loved the way it had caressed her curves as though it didn’t want me to forget about them. But she looked like a teacher. Hell, for all I knew, she actually had been a teacher at some point—she had talked about studying at the university, and she could have covered classes as part of that. My family, though, would want something a little more impressive. And it was easier to sculpt her into the vision of what my family would want from my wife than to argue with Amaya, so I picked out the dress from the boutique, and she gamely changed into it in the back room. I tried not to linger on the thought of her stripping down in there, forcing the image out of my brain, but as soon as she reemerged it was replaced.She looked good. She had looked am

The Reaction

Kristo“Your what?” Leda shrieked at the top of her lungs.“What’s going on out there?” I heard Nonna Balaban’s voice float through from the kitchen, where she was no doubt holding court.“Kristo’s married,” Leda yelled back, and I was sure I heard the entire house take a collective gasp of shock.“Bring him in here,” my grandmother ordered, and I took Amaya’s hand and led her through to the kitchen. Lunch was nearly on the table, but the entire house virtually came to a halt at the news.“Uh, hello.” Amaya waved, managing a smile. Nonna eyed her with an inscrutable expression.“And this is your wife?” She turned to me, eyebrows lost in her carefully done gray hair.“Yes, this is my wife Amaya.” I realized I didn’t know her last name, so I decided to forgo it.“Your wife,” Nonna repeated again and then turned to the scattering of cousins in the kitchen. “Go, take the food to the table. I need to talk to Kristo.”“I can help with that if you—” Amaya tried to offer, but Nonna cut her of

A Driver

AmayaI tugged at my dress, pulling my hair up and letting it down again. I wasn’t sure if I looked right yet. I was just going to the library, a place I’d been a dozen times before, but I still wanted to look right for work.I finally let my hair down, allowing it to flow over my shoulders. Sexy librarians were a thing, right? Yeah, a porn category, I replied to myself snarkily. I quickly pulled my hair up and tied it into a ponytail and checked for the thousandth time that everything was in place for me to head to work. I finished up the last of the coffee I had been sipping on. Kristo had made me a pot, the same as he had on my first morning here, and I was surprised at how quickly I was growing to love the bittersweet darkness of it.It was odd, getting ready in an apartment that wasn’t my own, but I supposed I was going to have to get used to it now that I had officially moved in with him. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to see his family again soon. That dinner had been way more th

Daydreams

AmayaI climbed into the back of the car and smiled nervously at the driver. I had never not driven myself to work before. It wasn’t like I could afford to pay for someone to take me in, and I barely ever took cabs because I always thought of it as a waste of money. It was odd, knowing that now, I could have asked for a driving tour of the whole city and been able to afford lunch at the end of it.“The library?” he asked, and I nodded.“Yeah, that’s right,” I replied, and he drew away from the building and down into the city. I turned to watch the apartment vanish into the distance. Some part of me was still begging for us to turn around, forget work, and spend the rest of the day hiding out in the apartment together reminding ourselves of everything we’d both forgotten.That was probably the most frustrating part of all of this. I couldn’t remember what we’d done together that night, no matter how much I cast my mind back and tried to fit the pieces together. I had lain in bed and st

Damage Control

KristoI sensed something was up as soon as I stepped into the office. And I had a feeling I knew what it was before I arrived at my desk. When I opened my door and saw her sitting there, I rolled my eyes to the heavens and let out a pointed sigh.“Cleo, what the hell are you doing here?” I demanded. My sister was sitting in the chair behind my desk with a big grin on her face, spinning around like she owned the place. Well, she could have if she’d wanted to, but she’d been the one who’d insisted she was more interested in pursuing her art than anything else. She spent most of her time hanging out at balls and galas and getting photographed for the social pages, but she had a studio and occasionally produced some awesome paintings when she put in the time. I had one of them sitting next to the bed in the spare room, waiting to be hung up.“I thought I’d come in and visit you,” she replied, playing at innocent even though I knew she was anything but. “They told me the news, you know.”

It's a Sham

KristoI focused on work the rest of the day, knowing I had plenty to catch up on after my trip. First things first, I got the contracts discreetly drawn up by my lawyer so we actually had something on paper for her to sign. I had him sign a nondisclosure agreement and that was that. We were off on the right foot. She could sign them as soon as she arrived home, and we would be locked down for good. As though meeting my family hadn’t been enough to ensure that already.I was surprised at how quickly the day went by, but then that was always the case when you were dreading what the next day would bring. I could imagine my father and his new wife barreling toward me over the ocean, the plane probably running on his barely-contained rage. It would have been funny if I weren’t dreading it so much. Damn, I really needed to get Cleo in hand and remind her I was the one running the business now and she should value my privacy first and foremost.I stopped working at five. The best thing abou

Twenty Questions

AmayaWhen I came through the door, I was greeted by the smell of pizza.“Mmm.” I closed my eyes and followed my nose, right to a pair of pizza boxes sitting on the counter in the kitchen. I couldn’t see Kristo anywhere, but I didn’t care. I was just home from a long day of work, and I needed something to eat and preferably something with alcohol in it to wash it down as well. I grabbed a slice and went for the fridge, pulling it open and examining everything inside. I couldn’t see anything I recognized, but I grabbed a bottle of beer with a label I didn’t know the origin of and popped it open. I didn’t really care. As long as I had something to take the edge off this day, I would be happy.I shut the fridge and practically jumped out of my skin when I saw Kristo standing there. He was in nothing but a pair of boxers and a threadbare old shirt, fresh from the shower, hair a mess and somehow looking younger than he normally did.“Hey.” He nodded to me, grinning at the beer in my hand.

Things I Hate

Amaya“What about food?” I asked, gesturing down to the box in front of us. “I’m assuming pizza isn’t your favorite.”“Nope, but it might actually come pretty close,” he admitted with a grin. “Uh, I don’t know. I don’t want to be stereotypical, but when I visit back home I always get gyros, so that has to be up there.”“Any food you hate?” I continued interestedly, even though it wasn’t my turn to ask a question.“Oranges,” he replied at once. “And I’m allergic to shellfish, so I guess them as well.”“That sucks.” I cocked my head at him. “I thought all fancy people ate oysters all the time.”“It’s more a problem for my dad’s side of the family,” he replied. “Not being able to eat shellfish is pretty much treason against Greece in their eyes.”I laughed. I was surprised at how easy he was to talk to, how much I enjoyed the conversation as it flowed between us comfortably.“And you drink German beer as well.” I held up the bottle I was sipping from. “So basically, you’re a traitor.”“B

Meeting the Father

Kristo“You really want to drive this thing?” I grimaced as I looked the car up and down. She nodded, and I could tell from the look on her face that there was going to be no arguing with her.“We could get my car out of the garage and take that for the drive instead,” I suggested again, hoping she would take me up on it. We were already walking into a minefield, and the last thing I wanted was for my dad to be able to jump down my throat about arriving in such a shaky old thing.“I haven’t had a chance to drive myself anywhere in days,” she replied. “We’re taking my car.”“Should have left this thing in parking,” I muttered as I climbed in.“What?”“Nothing,” I replied. I didn’t want to rile her up, not today of all days, when I needed her firmly on my side. “Come on, let’s get going. I don’t want to be late.”She pulled out of the garage, and I leaned back in the seat and tried to relax. It was nice of her to offer to drive, but I wanted to be the one in control today. I wanted to b

Dad's Opinion

Kristo“It’s lovely to meet you, Mr. Balaban,” Amaya offered at last, and he leaned back and surveyed her like she was a piece of property he was thinking of investing in.“So, you’re the wife, I suppose.” He shot a look in my direction.“Yes, that’s me,” she replied perkily, and I could tell from the set of her jaw that she’d decided she was going to make a good impression no matter what. He picked up the menu and glanced over it as a waiter approached, looking up as he arrived at the table. He ordered for all of us as he was wont to do, and Amaya shot me a “seriously?” look that almost made me laugh.“So, Amaya, what is it exactly you do?” My new stepmother, whose name I couldn’t for the life of me recall, smiled at Amaya.“I’m a librarian,” she replied. “I work at the university library up on Main. What about you?”“Oh, I retired a long time ago.” The woman shot an adoring look at my father. “I used to be a model, but then I met Leo, and that all changed.”“A model?” Amaya leaned i

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