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Chapter 116
RICH CONKLIN WAS DRAGGED away from a deep place of no pain.
He’d been sleeping when Cindy squeezed his good shoulder, called his name. He opened his eyes and saw the tops of her breasts showing in the neckline of her loose pink top.
“If you don’t get up, you won’t be able to sleep tonight,” she said.
He loved looking at her sweet face. Her rhinestone clip sparkled in her blond curls. Rhinestones looked like diamonds on Cindy. Still, he wanted to get her actual diamonds someday.
“Come to bed,” he said. He took her hand, tugged on it. She frowned, said, “No. You have to get up. Come on.” She left the room.
“What’s wrong, Cin?”
“You said you wanted to talk,” she called.
“I said that? Oh, last week? When you were steaming toward a deadline and said you couldn’t be disturbed?”
Rich heard her choking on a laugh in the next room.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed, looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was almost six. Jeez. He’d been sleeping all day.
He shuffled into the living room in his T-shirt, sling, boxers.
The table was set and champagne was open, standing in a flowerpot full of ice. Cindy bent over the table and lit some candles.
“Sit here, honey,” she said, patting the back of the chair. He did what she told him to do, then watched her pour champagne into the two flutes they had gotten at a flea market six months ago.
“What’s the occasion?” he asked.
“It’s a new tradition,” Cindy told him.
Now he smelled the aroma of herbs and spices coming from the kitchen. He hadn’t eaten anything in twelve hours.
“What are we calling this tradition?” he asked. “It’s the first-day-of-the-month dinner, Richie. And I propose that we do this every month, no matter what. No matter what case. No matter what deadline. We need to shut everything off for an hour and just be together.”
“Sure, Cindy. It’s a good idea. Why do you look so sad?”
“I have to apologize.”
“For?”
“I’ve been straying in my mind.”
“Some other guy?”
“No, not that.”
Cindy explained to him that she’d been in a panic about committing to marriage and motherhood, had worried about losing her place as a journalist, being marginalized as a part-time writer.
“I’ve been keeping part of myself out of our relationship.”
“Okay, stop beating yourself up now.”
He got up from his seat and hugged Cindy with his good arm. “I want you to be happy, Cindy. I know you’re ambitious and I love that about you. Plus, I’m a boring guy without you.”
“I was so scared when you got shot.”
“I know.”
