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.Evenif you re dried-up and dreary, everyone else isn t. I m not dried-up.Or dreary. Was I? I ve been busy. Wynne set her glass down with a clink. No flipping way,Claire.Finn isn t cheating on Max he d kill them both. Finn loves Max.No. She squinted between Claire and me. You two have serious commitment issues, you know that?You re my biggest challenge, pretty or not.And Aaron sfine.I like him.I have a good feeling about him.He paid incash, and here s an added bonus he s really cute. I hadn t noticed. Oh, bullshit, Claire scoffed. Everyone in the roomnoticed you two mooning over each other.You re, like,perfect.Big, blond and frownie meets small, dark andcharming. She lifted her glass. It s classic.You re likeBeauty and The Beast.Score one for Date Night, Wynne. We weren t flirting.We were cooking lamb.I m notfrowning, nor am I a beast.Thanks a fucking lot.I m normal.And no one has scored yet.Don t get your hopes up. I m sure you ll get around to scoring, if you rememberhow.You just need to insert tab a into slot b. Claire made acrude gesture as her right index finger poked repeatedly intothe circle she d made with her left hand.Those two clownsdissolved into laughter. Nice. I wasn t game to entertain them. Are we donehere? I think Aaron s waiting for me. Wynne fluttered her eyes dreamily. He s been waitingfor you his whole life.He just doesn t know it yet. You need to lay off the wine, sis. Just give him the key.And chop-chop.He s got ameeting. Right.This is exactly what I mean.A Friday nightmeeting at nine-thirty? Nothing weird about that at all. Theysmiled vacantly and I tried a different tack. I m giving hima house key under duress.Guests should be in before we lock up at night. Wynne brushed me off. Loosen up, Sam.It s a B and B,not a prison. We may as well be running a halfway house these days. I found Aaron waiting in the front parlor, which had longago become my grandfather s library.A lover of books andantiquities, Granddad had created a masculine retreat thatfeatured a fireplace flanked by brass andirons and wornleather gentlemen s chairs.I hadn t moved the outdatedglobe on its chunky mahogany stand, and I d made it Claire stask to dust his collection of hardbound books.Granddadhad visited the entire world and never left Smithfield.Our boarder had changed into another black-on-blackensemble that screamed premeditated larceny.He stood bythe cold fireplace; one hand stuffed in the front pocket offormfitting jeans as he contemplated our patriarch stowering portrait.Art had never been high on Granddad slist of priorities and the painter had captured perfectly hissneering disdain for portraiture.A floorboard creaked under my foot, but Aaron didn tbother to turn. Wynne said he lived in this town his entirelife.He never left, never traveled, never went anywhere.Just stayed in Smithfield all eighty-six years. Aaron shookhis head. I ve never lived anywhere longer than a couple ofyears and that was recently.Didn t he get bored? I don t think so.He kept himself busy.He never traveledfar geographically, but he managed to get around in anentirely different way.He was married three times.Womenthrew themselves at his feet until he was almost eighty.Everyone called him a charmer. He sounds more like a rascal. Aaron squinted at theportrait as if my catting-around granddad could offer himpointers from the grave. I think you have some catching upto do. Me? No thanks.I took after some other side of thefamily.When I get married, it s going to be for the longhaul. You don t have to get married to catch up, Sam. Thelook that passed between us was as firm as any secret gayhandshake out there.Not that I needed confirmation, but nowI had no doubt. You can still have fun now.Like everyoneelse.You re what? Thirty? Twenty-eight.I ve had plenty of fun.But sometimes theprice is pretty steep. And sometimes it s free. Jesus.If Wynne overheard him, she d stuff us in one ofthe bedrooms, toss in a pack of condoms, lock the door, andthrow away the key.I reminded myself that despite him coming on to me, twiceif you counted his flirting at dinner, and the fact that he wasstaying within easy reach on the other side of the wall frommy room, he was a guest in our house.I had principles andresponsibilities.My grandfather had entrusted me with hislegacy.Plus, I really couldn t trust a guy who didn t have a job,but still had plenty of cash to throw around.Even if I foundhim attractive.Of course, I didn t have to trust him, or even like him, tofuck him.My eyes settled on my grandfather as he scowled from the mantel and the tension between Aaron and I eased.He examined the portrait thoughtfully. You don t look athing like him. I look like my mother. Blond, broad and long of limb,Mom and I had the sort of shoulders designed to carry ayoke.What I d inherited from my grandfather was a sense ofresponsibility, my love of lists and my handiness with ascrewdriver. Your mom didn t look like him either? Aaron wincedand held up a hand. I m so sorry.Wow.That s a weirdquestion. He shook his head, more subdued than he d beentwo minutes earlier when he d practically offered himself tome. Genealogy is an interest and I can be nosy.That s whatpeople tell me. It s not a big deal.He was her father-in-law, not herfather.We moved here after my father died. I never knewmy father, except for a few pictures and the occasional hand-me-down story [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Evenif you re dried-up and dreary, everyone else isn t. I m not dried-up.Or dreary. Was I? I ve been busy. Wynne set her glass down with a clink. No flipping way,Claire.Finn isn t cheating on Max he d kill them both. Finn loves Max.No. She squinted between Claire and me. You two have serious commitment issues, you know that?You re my biggest challenge, pretty or not.And Aaron sfine.I like him.I have a good feeling about him.He paid incash, and here s an added bonus he s really cute. I hadn t noticed. Oh, bullshit, Claire scoffed. Everyone in the roomnoticed you two mooning over each other.You re, like,perfect.Big, blond and frownie meets small, dark andcharming. She lifted her glass. It s classic.You re likeBeauty and The Beast.Score one for Date Night, Wynne. We weren t flirting.We were cooking lamb.I m notfrowning, nor am I a beast.Thanks a fucking lot.I m normal.And no one has scored yet.Don t get your hopes up. I m sure you ll get around to scoring, if you rememberhow.You just need to insert tab a into slot b. Claire made acrude gesture as her right index finger poked repeatedly intothe circle she d made with her left hand.Those two clownsdissolved into laughter. Nice. I wasn t game to entertain them. Are we donehere? I think Aaron s waiting for me. Wynne fluttered her eyes dreamily. He s been waitingfor you his whole life.He just doesn t know it yet. You need to lay off the wine, sis. Just give him the key.And chop-chop.He s got ameeting. Right.This is exactly what I mean.A Friday nightmeeting at nine-thirty? Nothing weird about that at all. Theysmiled vacantly and I tried a different tack. I m giving hima house key under duress.Guests should be in before we lock up at night. Wynne brushed me off. Loosen up, Sam.It s a B and B,not a prison. We may as well be running a halfway house these days. I found Aaron waiting in the front parlor, which had longago become my grandfather s library.A lover of books andantiquities, Granddad had created a masculine retreat thatfeatured a fireplace flanked by brass andirons and wornleather gentlemen s chairs.I hadn t moved the outdatedglobe on its chunky mahogany stand, and I d made it Claire stask to dust his collection of hardbound books.Granddadhad visited the entire world and never left Smithfield.Our boarder had changed into another black-on-blackensemble that screamed premeditated larceny.He stood bythe cold fireplace; one hand stuffed in the front pocket offormfitting jeans as he contemplated our patriarch stowering portrait.Art had never been high on Granddad slist of priorities and the painter had captured perfectly hissneering disdain for portraiture.A floorboard creaked under my foot, but Aaron didn tbother to turn. Wynne said he lived in this town his entirelife.He never left, never traveled, never went anywhere.Just stayed in Smithfield all eighty-six years. Aaron shookhis head. I ve never lived anywhere longer than a couple ofyears and that was recently.Didn t he get bored? I don t think so.He kept himself busy.He never traveledfar geographically, but he managed to get around in anentirely different way.He was married three times.Womenthrew themselves at his feet until he was almost eighty.Everyone called him a charmer. He sounds more like a rascal. Aaron squinted at theportrait as if my catting-around granddad could offer himpointers from the grave. I think you have some catching upto do. Me? No thanks.I took after some other side of thefamily.When I get married, it s going to be for the longhaul. You don t have to get married to catch up, Sam. Thelook that passed between us was as firm as any secret gayhandshake out there.Not that I needed confirmation, but nowI had no doubt. You can still have fun now.Like everyoneelse.You re what? Thirty? Twenty-eight.I ve had plenty of fun.But sometimes theprice is pretty steep. And sometimes it s free. Jesus.If Wynne overheard him, she d stuff us in one ofthe bedrooms, toss in a pack of condoms, lock the door, andthrow away the key.I reminded myself that despite him coming on to me, twiceif you counted his flirting at dinner, and the fact that he wasstaying within easy reach on the other side of the wall frommy room, he was a guest in our house.I had principles andresponsibilities.My grandfather had entrusted me with hislegacy.Plus, I really couldn t trust a guy who didn t have a job,but still had plenty of cash to throw around.Even if I foundhim attractive.Of course, I didn t have to trust him, or even like him, tofuck him.My eyes settled on my grandfather as he scowled from the mantel and the tension between Aaron and I eased.He examined the portrait thoughtfully. You don t look athing like him. I look like my mother. Blond, broad and long of limb,Mom and I had the sort of shoulders designed to carry ayoke.What I d inherited from my grandfather was a sense ofresponsibility, my love of lists and my handiness with ascrewdriver. Your mom didn t look like him either? Aaron wincedand held up a hand. I m so sorry.Wow.That s a weirdquestion. He shook his head, more subdued than he d beentwo minutes earlier when he d practically offered himself tome. Genealogy is an interest and I can be nosy.That s whatpeople tell me. It s not a big deal.He was her father-in-law, not herfather.We moved here after my father died. I never knewmy father, except for a few pictures and the occasional hand-me-down story [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]