selection and always opted to have something else, which really did leave
more for them.
Jack cracked both beers and left them on the coffee table. He sat on the
opposite end of the couch, jamming pizza into his mouth like he hadn’t
eaten for years. That was pretty much how he always ate. He didn’t demand
that she start talking or butt in. He gave her time to try to formulate the right
words. Of course there weren’t right ones, but she settled for what she could
find.
“Something crazy happened at work. It was…yeah. Bad. Good. I don’t
know what it was. It was surprising. Nice. It felt good. But it was…shit. I
think I messed everything up. Now I’m supposed to just keep going in to
work like nothing happened.”
“Your boss,” Jack said flatly.
“Yeah. My boss.”
“I thought she wasn’t—”
“I know. Me too. She has a boyfriend. He’s fake, though. She hasn’t told
anyone. That she’s a lesbian. Not her family. Not anyone at work.”
“So she’s in denial.”
“I don’t know. Not about being a lesbian, but I think she’s afraid about
what that would mean to the people around her. To her business. To her
whole life. I don’t think that’s being in denial exactly.”
“Fear is a powerful motivator.”
“I know.” Romi slowly nibbled on a piece of pizza she’d cut off with her
fork. She chewed thoughtfully. “I know what it feels like to be so afraid that
you literally can’t tell anyone because you just keep thinking about the
worst case scenario. I didn’t talk to her about that for very long. Only as
long as it took to—”
“Jump each other’s bones.”
“Seriously?” Romi made a gagging noise. “You’re my brother. Don’t
freaking say things like that. Gross.”