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“You’re right. It’s too long. How about next week?”
“Ben!”
“Tomorrow?”
“This summer.”
I nodded once. “Wanna go have sex in the teepee?”
“Yes!”
“I love your enthusiasm,” I said, getting to my feet, then helping her.
“It’s so pretty,” she said, glancing around at everything as we walked toward the tent. “I can’t believe Coach agreed to this.”
“He’ll probably make me swim extra laps for weeks after this,” I mused. “It’s worth it.”
After she flitted around and admired every rose, candle, and light around the giant teepee, she poked her head inside. “There’s pillows!” she exclaimed. “And wine!”
“I was gonna get drunk if you turned me down.”
She laughed. “Like I’d ever say no to you.”
I caught her around the waist, tugging her inside. The light was golden, the fur blanket soft, and the pillows scattered around like clouds.
After propping up her foot on a pillow, I grabbed the wine and two glasses.
“Aren’t there cameras in here?” She worried.
“Why do you think I built a tent?” I said, handing over a glass.
She smiled.
“How was the lesson?” I asked, not wanting to put a damper on our engagement night but also wanting her to know I cared and that nothing was off-limits if she needed to talk.
“It was good,” she said as I lowered beside her.
Sighing, she laid her head on my shoulder, and I slipped my arm around her waist.
“Chalene started seeing a counselor, and I think it’s helping. Her dad has been really supportive as well, and I think him telling her that none of this is her fault and her mom would be proud of her no matter what also went a long way.”
“You told her that too.” I reminded, poking her gently in the side.
She nodded. “She asked me if I’d keep giving her lessons.”
Surprised, I glanced at her. “I thought she decided not to pursue the orchestra at Westbrook.”
“She isn’t,” Jess explained. “But playing piano helps her feel close to her mom. I think it’s her way of honoring and remembering her. And honestly, since the pressure of performing and getting into the orchestra is gone, she’s actually been playing a little better.”
“No shit?”
Jess laughed under her breath. “No shit.”
“Probably also helps that dickweed tweed wearer is locked up behind bars,” I said, getting pissed off all over again about all the shit he put my wife through.
I’ll never stop saying it. Wife. Wife. Wifey.
“My lawyers are sure he won’t get out,” she said.
