“Thirty-four pounds? Not bad. Ana’s father though, he
holds the record. A forty-three pounder.”
“You’re kidding! He never said.”
“Happy birthday, by the way.”
“Thanks. So, where do you like to fish?”
I zone out. This I do not need to know. But at the
same time I’m relieved. See, Christian? José’s not so bad.
By the time José makes to lea一ve, both of them are much
more relaxed with each other. Christian quickly changes
into T-shirt and jeans and barefoot he accompanies José
and me to the foyer.
“Thanks for letting me crash here,” José says to
Christian as they shake hands.
“Anytime,” Christian smiles.
José hugs me quickly. “Stay safe, Ana.”
“Sure. Great to see you. Next time we’ll ha一ve a proper
evening out.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” He wa一ves at us from inside the
elevator, and then he’s gone.
“See, he’s not so bad.”
“He still wants into your panties, Ana. But can’t say I
blame him.”
“Christian, that’s not true!”
“You ha一ve no idea, do you?” He smirks down at me.
“He wants you. Big time. ”
I frown. “Christian, he’s just a friend, a good friend.”
And I’m suddenly aware that I sound like Christian when
he’s talking about Mrs. Robinson. The thought is
unsettling.
Christian holds up his hands in a placating gesture.
“I don’t want to fight,” he says softly.
Oh! We’re not fighting . . . are we? “Me neither.”
“You didn’t tell him we were getting married.”
“No. I figured I ought to tell Mom and Ray first.” Shit.
It’s the first time I’ve thought about this since I said yes.
Jeez—what are my parents going to say?
Jeez—what are my parents going to say?
Christian nods. “Yes, you’re right. And I . . . um, I
should ask your father.”
I laugh. “Oh, Christian—this isn’t the eighteenth
century.”
Holy shit. What will Ray say? The thought of that
conversation fills me with horror.
“It’s traditional.” Christian shrugs.
“Let’s talk about that later. I want to give you your
other present.” My aim is to distract him. The thought of
my present is burning a hole in my consciousness. I need
t
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