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A closer look revealed a neatly typed list of instructions for taking care of The Fish.
Feed him one sinking pellet once a day every day except on Sundays.
Do NOT feed him more than the allotted amount or he will overeat.
On Sundays, feed him frozen brine shrimp for enrichment.
The water must maintain a temperature of 73 degrees Fahrenheit at all times.
The rest of the list was obscured by another paper, but she’d obviously put a lot of thought into it.
“He was just a goldfish.” Sloane picked up the instructions, ripped them in half, and tossed them in a nearby wastebasket. “He wasn’t even really mine. He couldn’t leave his tank or make noise or do anything other pets do. He’s not the smartest or cutest, and he probably doesn’t…” Her chin wobbled again. “I mean, he probablydidn’tknow or care who I was as long as I fed him.”
“You had him for years,” I said gently. “It’s normal to feel grief over a pet passing.”
“For other people. Not for me.” She took in my jacket and pants. I usually didn’t dress so formally, but the restaurant had a strict dress code. Realization wiped some of the stoicism off her face. “We had dinner reservations, didn’t we? I’m sorry. I was going to do some work before I left, but I saw him when I got home, and I had to figure out what to do with his body. Then I had to clean out the aquarium because there’s no use keeping it there when he’s dead, and when I was in the kitchen, I saw all these bags of unused fish food that I obviously don’t need anymore, so I—”
“Sloane. It’s okay. They’re just reservations.” I tipped her chin up so her eyes met mine. “They’re not important.”
She swallowed, a tinge of pink blooming around her eyes and nose. “No,” she said thickly. “I guess they’re not.”
She didn’t resist when I pulled her into my chest, and when she curled into me, just a little bit, I wanted to hold her tight and never let go.
“What did you do?” she asked. “When Hershey…”
“I cried,” I said truthfully. “A lot. He was my best friend. Luckily, he’d been outside with our housekeeper during the fire that…” I faltered at the memory of Hershey running up to me after I’d woken up. He’d refused to leave my side for weeks after the accident, as if he knew I would break if I didn’t have something to hold on to. “If it weren’t for him, I don’t know how I would’ve made it through those first few months. I went to grief counseling for a while, but it didn’t work as well as just having Hershey there.”
Some of the stiffness melted from Sloane’s shoulders as I recounted my experience. After I finished, she stayed in my arms before she said, very quietly, “Having The Fish around helped too. I didn’t realize it at the time, but when I was upset, it was nice to have someone—something—to talk to.” She buried her face deeper into my chest, as if ashamed of what she was about to say.
“I’m sad he died. I never even gave him a real name.”
“Well, he’s a goldfish,” I said practically. “There are worse things you could’ve called him.”
Her muffled laughter made me smile. I knew how difficult it was for Sloane to admit her feelings out loud, so her seemingly small confession was actually a huge step for her.
“Anyway, that’s why I was late,” she said. “We’ve missed our reservations, but if you give me fifteen minutes, I can get ready—”
“Forget about dinner. We’ll order takeout and watch the new Cathy Roberts movie.” I’d rather be here than at some stuffy restaurant anyway.
Sloane lifted her head. “The one where the big-city rich girl is forced to move to the Australian countryside and falls in love with the surly but handsome ranch hand?” she asked hopefully.
“Yep. I’ll even let you write your scathing review in peace without questioning your unfair harshness toward the poor actors or screenwriter.”
Her eyes gleamed. “Deal.”
While I ordered the food, Sloane pulled up the movie and grabbed her review notebook and pen.
However, she hesitated as the film studio’s opening credits played onscreen, and a secret battle waged across her face before she spoke again.
“There’s one more thing,” she said. “Georgia came to see me at work today. She accused me of trying to seduce Bentley.”
My eyes snapped toward hers. Her admission had come from so far out of left field that I couldn’t do more than stare, stunned, as she explained what’d happened with her sister as well as with Bentley over the holiday weekend.
But the more I listened, the more anger seeped beneath my skin, slow yetscorching. I kept a tight rein on it for now, but there was no fucking way I’d let anyone talk to her the way Georgia and Bentley had.
“I should’ve told you about his call earlier, but I didn’t know what he wanted, and I didn’t want to put a damper on Thanksgiving.” Sloane tapped her pen against her knee. It was a nervous tic I’d picked up on years ago, shortly after we started working together. It’d been one of the few cracks in her perfect façade at the time. “Georgia really pissed me off, and I was too upset to stay in the office, so I came home. That’s when I saw… well.” She cleared her throat. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this, but I figured you should know. Just in case anyone tries to make my meeting with him into anything more than it was.”
Warmth rushed to fill my stomach, calming my fury. I swallowed the choice words I had for her ex and simply said, “You can tell me anything.”
