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“It’ll be thirty-eight years in June.”
She kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
She exited the car, walked across the street, stood in front of the door, and the older gentleman buzzed her inside. She walked over to the counter and smiled. “Hi, Tommy.”
“Miss Kyla, what are you doing out this late? Mr. Prescott didn’t tell me you were coming.” His disapproving look wasn’t what she expected. “You know back in my day, a lady never made a call late like this to a man she wasn’t married to.”
“That’s the second time tonight someone has chastised me about my behavior. I need to talk to Mr. Prescott.”
“Do you have your key?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll let him know you’re on your way.”
“Thank you Tommy.”
She boarded the elevator, inserted the key and pressed the button for Sean’s floor. She held her breath as the elevator shot up passing all the other floors before stopping on Sean’s floor. The door opened, she turned the key and stepped into the loft. “Sean… Sean.” She took her coat off and threw it on the chair along with her bag. “Sean.” Simon came trotting out from the back of the loft. He sat at her feet and looked up at her. “Hi Simon, where’s your daddy?” He barked and started back toward Sean’s bedroom.
She turned and started toward the back and stopped when she heard heavy footsteps coming towards her. “Would you please lower your voice.”
“I’m sorry.”
He walked past her and into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water. He took a few sips and placed the bottle on the counter. “Do you know what time it is?”
She looked at her watch. “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t sleep.” She started mumbling to herself. “I should have stayed home, but then it would have been…that quiet was annoying…I should have just…but then the voice…oh, man…I…maybe that wasn’t the voice I thought it was…what am I doing…this is insane.”
“Are you talking to me?” he interrupted her one-sided conversation.
“What do you want from marriage?”
“What?”
“I mean, how would this marriage thing work?” she asked.
He fought hard not to smile. “What are you talking about?”
“What I mean is…how would it work?”
“I’m not quite sure what you mean.”
“I do wanna get married, it’s just I don’t know…I mean, you said…I don’t want some strange guy rubbing my feet, but I’m not sure if I’m ready to get married. And I would miss seeing you every day and I know Winnie would be upset if she couldn’t see Simon.” She managed to spit out what she was feeling.
He sat down and looked at her. “I want—”
She interrupted him again. “I’m not ready for the whole picket fence thing or a duplex and children, do you even want kids?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, okay, I can do one maybe two.”
“Uh-huh.” He nodded.
“I mean…I should have gotten some gelato.”
“What are you talking about?” She walked over to the window not saying a word. “Ky…Ky…” He walked over and turned her toward himself. He lifted her chin and her face was wet with tears. “Baby.”
