Page 102 of Hitting the Gap

Bailey cleared her throat. “Do you have any idea where you think you might end up?”

He eyed her cautiously. She still sounded pissed. “Umm…Not really, Brian floated a couple of possibilities out, but it’s only the end of August. We’ve got some time before he starts negotiating, but he’s really hopeful.”

“Let me get this straight. You want me to move with you to who knows where for next season?”

“Umm, yeah,” he said warily. The vein in her forehead pulsed. That couldn’t be good. “Why are you upset?”

“Are you kidding me?” Bailey smacked his hands away from hers and stood up. Her knee bashed against his as she shoved past him.

He watched her pace around the living room. “What? I don’t get why you’re pissed. I just told you I wanted you to move with me. That shouldn’t make you mad. I kind of thought you’d be happy.”

“You thought I’d be happy that you just expect me to walk away from my job and follow you somewhere, who knows where, on a moment’s notice.”

“It wouldn’t be a moment’s notice. We’d have a couple months,” he grumbled.

“Oh well, then.” She threw up her hands. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m unbelievable?”

She stopped in the middle of the room and spun to face him. “Yes, you’re unbelievable. Do you not know me at all?”

“What the fuck? Of course I know you.”

“Do you? What do I teach, Gonzo?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he growled.

She placed her hands on her hips and stared back at him like she was waiting for him to answer.

“Sociology.”

“What’s my specialty?”

“Gender equality.”

“Exactly. So why the hell would you think you could just come in here and demand I abandon my career to follow you somewhere?”

“Jesus, I didn’t demand you abandon your career. I fucking came home excited and wanted to share it with you.”

“Seriously, Gonzo?”

“Yeah, seriously. I just fucking told you I wanted you to move with me because I can’t imagine living my life without you and this is how you act? What the hell?”

“You came home and announced we’d be moving.”

He closed his eyes and took a breath to rein in his temper. “I didn’t announce anything, Bailey. I told you what my agent said. Shoot me, I’m excited about the possibility of a kickass contract. Obviously, when the time comes, we’d discuss our options and where we wanted to move.”

“Would we?”

“Fuck,” he grumbled and shoved his hands through his hair. “Of course we would.”

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to find jobs in my field?”

He shifted uncomfortably on the sofa. Okay, so maybe finding a job in her field might take some time, but if they ended up in some place like New York, there were tons of schools. Surely someone would be hiring. “It might be tricky to find a job teaching exactly what you want, but most of what you’re teaching right now isn’t what you want to be teaching, anyway. And the kind of money I’d be making you could teach part time or hold out till something better opens up.”

Bailey glared at him. Her nostrils flared. “Oh my god, you did not just say that.”

“What?”

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