Page 35 of David's Chase

And that had never happened before. That kind of insidious conflict.

Usually, my life is smooth and predictable because I’m one hundred percent in charge. Well, things have been different lately.

I’m still in charge, yet quite often, I change things around to prioritize this new feeling that I want to be with this new woman.

“I’m sorry she did that. I had no idea she was waiting for me. She should always check with me first.”

“No worries. The pie was delicious.”

She rubs her stomach.

“Get into my belly…” she adds, amused. “That’s all I can say when Miranda cooks or bakes. So, is this about that woman? Elizabeth Fox, right?”

There’s no point in playing coy with her.

We’re partners in crime.

I nod.

“You invited her here?”

I nod again.

“Is she coming?”

“Supposedly.”

“She didn’t confirm?”

“She never does, but I got word she’s on a plane on her way here.”

“Nice.”

She ponders something for a second.

“See, this is another great idea,” she says.

I don’t know what the first great idea was.

“You and her could get a place here.”

I laugh.

“That would make for a hell of a secret tryst.”

“You could tell everybody you hired her.”

She goes silent.

We’re both quiet.

“Or you could just hire her,” she says, listening to her fierce intuition.

“I don’t know if we’ll ever get to that––me hiring her-–but she has asked me about your job.”

She straightens in her seat, her cheeks aflame.

“My job?” she says, a tense smile on her face.

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