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airy modern dining room, with new casement windows facing the street, exposed brick on two of the<br />
walls, the floors stripped and oiled to perfection. He was painting the men’s washroom at the top of<br />
the stairs next to the new skylights. I poked my head in to helpfully turn on the light, causing both of us<br />
to squint in the brightness.<br />
“Whoa, I didn’t notice the light was fading. What time is it?”<br />
“Time for me to go home. Just letting you know Dell’s on her own until Tracina gets here.”<br />
“Busy day?”<br />
It bothered me that his voice could still freeze me in my tracks. It had been almost five full months<br />
since …<br />
“Not bad.”<br />
It was also hard not to notice how his upper body was becoming more defined by all the manual<br />
labor, especially his forearms. He had bits of paint and plaster in his hair that I desperately wanted to<br />
pluck out.<br />
“Plans tonight?” he continued, as I backed out of the washroom to check out the rest of the renos.<br />
“As a matter of fact, yes, I have plans.”<br />
“With that skinny boy who was just here?”<br />
“Maybe.” I said. “I cannot tell you how beautiful it looks up here. I am beyond impressed.”<br />
“Are you guys dating?”<br />
“Um … he’s just a friend, Will,” I said, refusing to go there, but quietly pleased he wanted to.<br />
The main dining area took my breath away, the smoked-glass wall sconces, the refurbished metal<br />
light pendants that hung over the bar area. I could picture how beautiful it would look furnished and<br />
bustling, full of shiny, sexy diners falling in love over candlelight. That’s when I saw something weird<br />
poking out from behind the new walnut bar—a brand-new twin mattress wedged between the wall<br />
and the fridge, a coverless duvet thrown on top.<br />
Will came stumbling into the room, rubbing his hands on his jeans. I turned from the mattress to<br />
him.<br />
“Oh,” he said, looking from me to the mattress. “I’ve been sleeping here a few nights. Tracina, with<br />
the pregnancy … I mean, if I’m not keeping her up, she’s keeping me up. And we both need our rest.<br />
When the baby comes, everything will be easier.”<br />
“That’s kind of the opposite of what I hear about babies,” I said. I desperately wanted to change the<br />
subject, so I did.<br />
“It’s so beautiful, Will, I mean it,” I said. “Your work … you should be very proud. This’ll be one<br />
of the nicest restaurants on Frenchmen.”<br />
“I want to have a really interesting wine list, you know? Bring some in from atypical places, like<br />
Uruguay and Texas. They have great vineyards in Hill Country.”<br />
“I didn’t know that.”<br />
“You will. Soon enough.”<br />
“What are you talking about?”<br />
“Well, you’ll have to brush up on your wine knowledge, because you’re going to manage this place<br />
for me. I want you to run it,” Will said. “Your hours will change. You’d be here afternoons into the<br />
dinner rush. You’ll have to wear nicer clothes. I mean, not black satin gowns, but not black T-shirts<br />
either. I’ll pay you more. I’ll pay you well.”<br />
The whole time he spoke, I stood there watching his mouth move. Being near him, working with<br />
him, seeing him every day—I wanted that. Watching him with Tracina and the baby, feeling the<br />
ongoing pain of being on the outside looking in on his family life, I didn’t want that.