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“You know it is so.”
“What makes you think he is that kind of man?” I ask as we both swing our eyes to the living room, where Jaden starts talking on the phone.
He smiles at me before shutting the doors and turning his back to us.
I bring my eyes back to Harper.
She’s still staring in that direction.
“I can tell.”
She brings her gaze back to me.
“That’s why I think you like him so much. Finding a bossy man is difficult when you’ve run things your entire life. He might just be that man. The way I see him, he can’t stand to have someone fawn all over him. It’s in his blood. He’s fiercely independent like you. He gives you what he gives you when he gives you, but only on his own terms. In between, he lives in a world of his own. The same way as you do,” she adds, smiling. “You two are not the usual couple. I don’t see you finishing each other's sentences anytime soon, although I believe your minds are connected.”
I look at her, intrigued.
“How do you know all that?”
She shrugs.
“I just know. I work with him, remember? And I know you. You two are like two worlds colliding. But at the end of the day, you’re still two different worlds.”
“I’m not so sure that’s a good thing.”
“It’s probably the only way it works for people like you.”
“What do you mean people like us?”
She sips coffee and runs the tip of her tongue over her lip.
“I can’t speak for others, but I, for one, need to be joined at the hip with the other person. I wasn’t lucky enough to find that man, and that’s another story, but I like to do stuff with that person. Like all the time. I think most people are like that.”
“We do stuff together,” I say, glancing in the direction of the house, a bit baffled.
She sets the cup on the table.
“You work together. It’s not the same. And as I said before, you don’t need each other at that basic level. That doesn’t mean there isn’t some sort of bond between you two.”
A chuckle falls from my lips.
“That couldn’t be further from the truth,” I say, saddened. “You can’t bond with men like him.”
“Perhaps. Or maybe you need time.”
I laugh quietly.
“Yeah... sure,” I say, in a pensive mood.
The truth is, I can never tell.
All I know is that I sense him ready to pull away from me at any moment, and that’s hardly reassuring.
“Who knows? I guess I’ll find out someday,” I say, staring vacantly at the house.
“If there’s one woman well equipped to handle him, it's you, Senna,” she says, scooping out a small mirror and her lipstick from her purse.
“Maybe,” I say, my eyes following the slow motion of her hand as she applies the red lipstick.
