I watched her leave again this morning. Peyton, or whatever her name really is. An interesting look on her face. Maybe her financial dreams are slowly coming true as Caleb settles up. Maybe she's glad she's uninjured, unscathed. Maybe she sees what he is and is relieved to leave. Maybe she likes him. I don't know. I don't care.
I thought you said you weren't going to see her again.
He glares at me and says nothing. I go to work, sneaking looks at him all morning. After lunch I am caught up on the mountain of work that grew so tall as I dawdle and daydream through life waiting again. I go back to watching him work and finally I can't hold it in any longer.
What is it like? I blurt out.
Caleb looks up, eyebrows raised curiously. What do you mean?
What is it like to sleep with someone you don't love?
He stares at me for several moments establishing whether I am serious in my curiosity or simply seeking an argument. He chooses wrong. Why don't you tell me, Bridget?
Because I've never done it so I want to know what it must feel like.
That is the best news I've heard in years, he says quietly.
