account overdraft.
“Dammit.”
“Why don’t you
buy a computer?” Marc’s voice made her jump.
“I’m broke. I’ll
have to go back and get a job soon or the landlord will put all my stuff in the
yard.”
He looked like
she said she was going to Mars.
“Sweetheart, use
the credit card. If they don’t accept payments online ask Lawrence to send them
a check.”
If he’s
prepared to pay my rent, it’s probably okay to stay a little longer. I just
don’t want him to think I’m poaching. Maybe he won’t notice if I get a cash
advance to get back in the black. It’s just thirty bucks, and the overdraft
fee. Damn, I am poaching.
“Do you like the
Jeep?”
“I love it.”
He crouched next
to her and rested his hands on her leg.
“Great. Take the
Jeep, go down to BestBuy, and buy a computer with your card. Phones are good,
but you need something bigger for working.”
She chewed her
lip. Was it that easy? Just buy stuff?
Marc tilted his
head a little but didn’t break eye contact.
“C’mon, give me
a smile.”
It was
impossible not to. He brushed his fingers over her cheek.
“I just want you
to be happy. Hey, you came here just after our Thanksgiving. Want to celebrate
the US one? We can ask what’s-her-name to cook.”
Is it that
late in the year already? Christmas is around the corner. Should I stay here
and we celebrate it together? That’s a little scary, but it would be so
awesome.
“Molly. Molly,
something French… Quibo, something… And I’d love that.”
“Quibodeaux, I
think. I really like this script, I hope I get it.”
His phone rang
and he glanced at the display.
“It’s Bill, I’ve
gotta take this. Would you make me some coffee, pretty please?”
“Sure.”
Thomas brought
over their new espresso machine a couple of days earlier. Marc was a wizard
with it and made cappuccinos and lattes where the milk formed hearts and
leaves. She was barely able to get something drinkable out of it. When he
returned to the kitchen, she had just made two failed attempts at using it.
Wow, he looks
happy. I don’t ever think he looked that happy.
“Great news.
Bill came through for me.”
She didn’t get
it, and he smiled and spread his hands out in response to her quizzical glance.
“I got the
part.”
I guess
that’s supposed to make me happy too.
His life was
completely back on track, and she was superfluous.
She tried to
smile, but didn’t really pull it off.
Marc frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing…”
It didn’t sound
convincing even in her own ears. This would be a good time to lie, but she
couldn’t.
“I… I just don’t
want to leave.”
Much too honest.
Marc looked confused.
“What? Why… Why
would you leave? Did I do something? You have to hit me if I do something.”
She bit her lip
and shook her head, and understanding came to his eyes.
“Oh no… No, no,
no. What would I be without you? I’d be dead without you.”
Do I have
extremely bad self-confidence? Low self-esteem?
He pulled her
close.
“I’m so sorry.
It’s just like Lawrence said, I forget you’re not like the other women around
here. I just assumed…”
She closed her
eyes and buried her face against his chest.
“I won’t stop
you if you really want to leave, but I was hoping you’d stay. Please stay. We
can send for your things, Lawrence will take care of everything for you, just
please don’t go.”
She didn’t
answer, couldn’t answer, the lump in her throat was too large.
“Please stay.
Forever would be good.”
Did he say
forever? He said forever.
She nodded,
filled with a relief almost too big to handle.
He cradled her
face in his hands and made her meet his gaze.
“I love you. I
know I don’t say it a lot, I don’t think I’ve ever told you, but it’s true.”
“I love you
too.”
He glanced over
at the espresso machine and chuckled.
“Sit down, I’ll
get the coffee. You’re good at many things, but coffee isn’t one of
“Dammit.”
“Why don’t you
buy a computer?” Marc’s voice made her jump.
“I’m broke. I’ll
have to go back and get a job soon or the landlord will put all my stuff in the
yard.”
He looked like
she said she was going to Mars.
“Sweetheart, use
the credit card. If they don’t accept payments online ask Lawrence to send them
a check.”
If he’s
prepared to pay my rent, it’s probably okay to stay a little longer. I just
don’t want him to think I’m poaching. Maybe he won’t notice if I get a cash
advance to get back in the black. It’s just thirty bucks, and the overdraft
fee. Damn, I am poaching.
“Do you like the
Jeep?”
“I love it.”
He crouched next
to her and rested his hands on her leg.
“Great. Take the
Jeep, go down to BestBuy, and buy a computer with your card. Phones are good,
but you need something bigger for working.”
She chewed her
lip. Was it that easy? Just buy stuff?
Marc tilted his
head a little but didn’t break eye contact.
“C’mon, give me
a smile.”
It was
impossible not to. He brushed his fingers over her cheek.
“I just want you
to be happy. Hey, you came here just after our Thanksgiving. Want to celebrate
the US one? We can ask what’s-her-name to cook.”
Is it that
late in the year already? Christmas is around the corner. Should I stay here
and we celebrate it together? That’s a little scary, but it would be so
awesome.
“Molly. Molly,
something French… Quibo, something… And I’d love that.”
“Quibodeaux, I
think. I really like this script, I hope I get it.”
His phone rang
and he glanced at the display.
“It’s Bill, I’ve
gotta take this. Would you make me some coffee, pretty please?”
“Sure.”
Thomas brought
over their new espresso machine a couple of days earlier. Marc was a wizard
with it and made cappuccinos and lattes where the milk formed hearts and
leaves. She was barely able to get something drinkable out of it. When he
returned to the kitchen, she had just made two failed attempts at using it.
Wow, he looks
happy. I don’t ever think he looked that happy.
“Great news.
Bill came through for me.”
She didn’t get
it, and he smiled and spread his hands out in response to her quizzical glance.
“I got the
part.”
I guess
that’s supposed to make me happy too.
His life was
completely back on track, and she was superfluous.
She tried to
smile, but didn’t really pull it off.
Marc frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing…”
It didn’t sound
convincing even in her own ears. This would be a good time to lie, but she
couldn’t.
“I… I just don’t
want to leave.”
Much too honest.
Marc looked confused.
“What? Why… Why
would you leave? Did I do something? You have to hit me if I do something.”
She bit her lip
and shook her head, and understanding came to his eyes.
“Oh no… No, no,
no. What would I be without you? I’d be dead without you.”
Do I have
extremely bad self-confidence? Low self-esteem?
He pulled her
close.
“I’m so sorry.
It’s just like Lawrence said, I forget you’re not like the other women around
here. I just assumed…”
She closed her
eyes and buried her face against his chest.
“I won’t stop
you if you really want to leave, but I was hoping you’d stay. Please stay. We
can send for your things, Lawrence will take care of everything for you, just
please don’t go.”
She didn’t
answer, couldn’t answer, the lump in her throat was too large.
“Please stay.
Forever would be good.”
Did he say
forever? He said forever.
She nodded,
filled with a relief almost too big to handle.
He cradled her
face in his hands and made her meet his gaze.
“I love you. I
know I don’t say it a lot, I don’t think I’ve ever told you, but it’s true.”
“I love you
too.”
He glanced over
at the espresso machine and chuckled.
“Sit down, I’ll
get the coffee. You’re good at many things, but coffee isn’t one of
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