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by Sky Corgan

  “That's nine hours.”

  “I factored in two fifteen-minute breaks and a thirty-minute lunch.”

  “Sounds fair.”

  “Good, because that's the way that it's going to be. I promise I'll get these books out before deadline. You have to trust me.”

  “I do. I think I was just freaking out for myself. You know what happens if I don't meet my deadline.”

  “I know, and I promise I won't let you down.”

  She took a deep breath, “Then I suppose all I can do is trust you. You've never let me down before. I don't see why I should worry about it now.”

  “You shouldn't. Since you're already here, we might as well get to work. I want you out by five o'clock though, since you're here early.”

  “Fine, Dominick. I understand. I'm sorry I've been so overbearing lately. I didn't mean to mess things up for you with Kim.”

  “I know you didn't. Your intentions are always good.”

  Dominick retreated to his office, and I ate my cereal in the dining room with a smile on my face, elated that he had stood up for us. Part of me felt guilty though. Melinda sounded sincerely remorseful, and I can't help but think I had painted the wrong picture of her in my mind. There probably wasn't anything going on between them, though if there was, there was no way for me to find out. Still, I decided to trust Dominick, to trust both of them. After all, I expected him to trust me with Victor. The least I could do was return that trust.

  As she had promised, Melinda left the house at five o'clock that afternoon. I still wasn't too pleased to come home and find her sitting on the loveseat, but it made me a lot less grumpy knowing she wouldn't be there much longer. That night, I made dinner, and Dominick and I ate together. He seemed every bit as glad as I was that she was gone.

  The days and weeks marched on, and things got better for all of us. Dominick and I were generally happier, and even Melinda confessed that being around us all the time had dragged her down a bit. She didn't realize that what she was doing had such an impact on all of our moods. We all seemed happier for the change, and Dominick's productivity didn't dip. Melinda was surprised to find that he got almost as much work done in eight hours as he had in twelve. The finished product was a lot better too, less editing on her part.

  While the suspicion of Dominick cheating loomed around for a while after the schedule change, it didn't take long before his sex drive picked back up, and that fear was eradicated. With my happiness restored, I was less hostile toward Melinda, and I even started to like her. Sometimes, when the workday was done, she'd stick around, and we'd chat about how Dominick was before I had come back into his life. She'd tell me funny stories, and we'd laugh and have a good time at his expense. He wasn't exactly pleased that she disclosed such embarrassing things about him, but he did like it that we were getting along.

  After Dominick finished the second of the three novels, Melinda started coming around even less. Since she had ridden his ass about the first two, there was plenty of time to get the last one finished. It was honestly odd not seeing her so often, and I strangely began to miss her. She was such a constant in our lives that when the contract was up at the end of the year, it almost felt like I was losing a friend.

  “I can't believe we got it all done,” she commented as we sat together for a celebratory dinner after the last novel had been finished.

  “I know,” Dominick said. “I couldn't have done it without you.”

  “I know you couldn't have.” She smiled before turning her attention to me. “You keep him on his toes. I don't want to have to come back here and set him straight again.”

  “I don't think she wants that either,” Dominick laughed.

  “It sucked at first, but I think I'm going to kind of miss you now,” I said.

  “Aww. I'm going to miss you guys too. You're like my little family away from family.”

  “I bet you'll be happy to get back home to New York though,” Dominick said.

  “I'll just be happy to get this all turned in. Remember when you go in to renew your contract to tell Marty that you want more time between projects.”

  “I don't think Kim will let me forget.” He rubbed my knee under the table.

  “I won't. If you do this to me again . . .” I thought about threatening to deny him sex, but then I got too embarrassed to say anything.

  “I bet he'd have hell to pay.” Melinda smirked.

  After the meal was over, we hugged and went our separate ways. It was strange to think that this woman had almost torn Dominick and I apart, and now I was sad to see her leave. In truth, it wasn't her who had almost torn us apart, but my own insecurities. Dominick was right. I was stupid to ever think he would love someone besides me. He had a dedicated heart. Before me, it had only belonged to my sister, and she had cast it aside, to my benefit. I would never cast him aside though. Not ever.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Christmas vacation was quickly approaching, and I was dreading talking to Dominick about going to spend it with Tammy. The thought of leaving him alone broke my heart, but it wasn't like he didn't have options. He could go spend it with his family . . . or I could break down and tell Tammy that we were dating, and he could spend it with me. I scowled at myself for my cowardice. Why was it so damn hard for me to tell her about us?

  “Someday. Someday, we'll spend all of our Christmases together,” I told Dominick, feeling especially guilty.

  “It really doesn't bother me,” he replied nonchalantly. “It only bothers me because it bothers you.”

  “It does bother me. You're my boyfriend. We should be together on Christmas.”

  “Well, you know how to fix that, Kimlet.” He mussed up my hair and went on about his business, leaving me aggravated.

  I did know how to fix it, but it was too close to the holidays to bother trying, and the last thing I needed was for Tammy and I to be upset with each other during Christmas. That would just ice the cake of unpleasantness. One way or another, with or without my boyfriend, Christmas was not going to perfect.

  Tammy sounded happy when I called her—too happy. Her voice was shaking, practically bursting with excitement, and all I could think was that her and Marcus must have conceived. She was finally pregnant.

  “Spit it out,” I said, grinning from ear to ear at the thought of being an aunt.

  “I can't hide anything from you, can I?” Her smile was apparent through the phone.

  “Nope. I know you too well.”

  “I wanted to discuss Christmas with you.”

  “Good. That's why I called.”

  “I've got a super special present for you.”

  “Is it a little niece or nephew?” I asked, quickly becoming tired of her stalling. She always did this, tried to play a guessing game when she had really important news to tell.

  “No,” her tone dampened a bit, “but it's almost as good.”

  “You and Marcus decided to adopt?”

  “No. It has nothing to do with a baby.”

  “I'm totally out of guesses, sis.”

  “You know the promotion I told you that I thought I was up for, the one where Marcus and I would have to move to Pennsylvania?”

  “Oh, you got the promotion. Congratulations!”

  “Yes!” she squealed, and I could picture her jumping up and down on the other end of the line. Her enthusiasm was contagious.

  “It's about time. You've been waiting for it forever.”

  “I know. They promoted this other girl before me. I honestly was starting to think it was never going to happen. But everything happens for a reason, as they say.

  “I start my new position on January the second, so as you can imagine, Marcus and I have been frantic trying to get everything ready for the move.”

  An odd sense of relief flushed through me. I knew where this was headed. She was going to tell me I couldn't come for Christmas, and while that did make me a little sad, I was also excited at the thought of Dominick and I spending our first Chris
tmas together as a couple. Already, images of decorating the tree together, drinking hot cocoa in front of the television while we watched Christmas shows, and unwrapping presents on Christmas morning were playing through my head like a happy montage of prospective new memories.

  “I get it. You guys are going to be too busy to have me for Christmas. It's fine,” I said, trying to sound disappointed.

  “Yes and no.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You don't have to worry about coming here for Christmas because we'll be there with you.”

  “What are you talking about?” I laughed nervously, now completely lost.

  “You know how I said that everything happens for a reason. Well, the girl who got hired before me ended up being sent to Pennsylvania. The new spot that opened up just happens to be in Mesa, Arizona. So, Marcus and I are moving to Mesa,” she squealed again. “Oh, Kim, isn't that incredible? I mean, what are the odds? Now you and I and Marcus can be a family again. You don't have to live with Dominick anymore. You can move in with us. Isn't that great!”

  It felt like my mouth had dropped to the floor like a character from a cartoon. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Surely, this was a dream—or a nightmare. Tammy and Marcus were coming to Arizona . . . to live, and they wanted me to move in with them.

  I had just gotten over almost being torn away from Dominick, and now this. No, I wasn't happy. I was mortified. Devastated. Destroyed. Now I had to choose between Dominick and my family, and by the way Tammy sounded, it wasn't much of a choice.

  “That's great,” I said finally, unable to hide the disappointment in my voice.

  “Kim, what's wrong?”

  “Nothing.” I shook my head. “They just showed something really sad on television. I'm sorry, I got distracted. That's great that you guys are moving here. I'm totally excited. So, you'll be here before Christmas?”

  “We're going to try. We've already been looking at houses online and plan to fly out this weekend to meet with a realtor. I thought we could spend some time together when I'm down there. It will sort of be an early Christmas present.”

  “Yeah, that's great. I'd love that.”

  “Awesome. We're going to fly in late on Friday night. If you're not doing anything, maybe you'd like to come with us to look at the houses. I'd like to have you on my side in case Marcus tries to pick out an ugly house. Two against one, you know. Girl power,” she said happily.

  “Yeah. Girl power. Yay,” I replied weakly.

  “Are you sure you're okay?”

  “I'm fine. That thing I saw on TV was just really disturbing. Some guy shot a puppy in the face,” I lied.

  “Oh, that's horrible. Well, turn off the TV. You're supposed to be happy, not all gloomy.”

  “I am happy. Does Dominick know?”

  “No. I wanted to tell you first. I didn't trust that he would keep his mouth shut. I bet you're chomping at the bit to move out. I figured I'd give you the satisfaction of telling him.”

  “Satisfaction. Yeah.” My mind was in a complete daze. Nothing would be less satisfying than telling Dominick this news.

  “Well, we've still got a lot of packing to do and preparations to make, so I'll let you go. If all goes well, we should be there before Christmas. We'll probably have to spend it in an apartment, but that will only be temporary until we close on whatever house we pick out. That type of stuff usually takes a while.”

  “I'm sure it will be a good Christmas, wherever we spend it.”

  “I'm sure it will be too. I can't wait to see you again, Kim. I've missed you so much. The thought that we'll be living together soon fills me with such joy.”

  “Me too, sis,” I told her as warmly as I could muster. If the situation was different, I might actually be happy about this news. But as it was, the news just filled me with dread and sorrow and a load of other negative emotions I didn't want to have to deal with right before the holidays.

  “I love you, little sis,” Tammy said

  “I love you too.”

  “Take care.”

  When I hung up the phone, my mouth was still agape, my mind in complete disbelief. I pinched myself to make sure I was actually awake. It wasn't a nightmare. Tammy was moving to Arizona, and I had no idea what that meant for Dominick and I.

  Not wanting to wallow in my misery alone, I immediately crawled off of my bed and went into Dominick's office. He was tapping away on his keyboard, working hard as normal, totally oblivious to my presence. I knocked lightly to get his attention, then leaned against the door frame, not really sure how to approach the subject.

  “Yeah?” he asked, somewhat annoyed.

  “I just got off the phone with Tammy.”

  “Oh. When are you leaving to go visit her?”

  “I'm not.” I shifted my weight uncomfortably.

  “What do you mean you're not?” Dominick swiveled around in his chair to face me. “Did you finally get up the nerve to tell her about us?”

  “No.” I sighed, “I'm not going there because she's coming here.”

  “Oh.” He looked surprised. “Well, that should be different. It's nothing we can't handle. Will Marcus be joining her?”

  “Yes,” I hesitated. “They're coming here permanently.”

  “Permanently?”

  “Permanently.”

  Dominick furrowed his brow. “Are you going to speak plainly or are we going to talk in riddles all night, because as much as I love you, Kim, I really don't have the time for it.”

  “They're moving here,” I said quickly. “And they want me to move in with them.”

  “Oh.” His expression changed, but I couldn't see the emotion behind it. “Well, that's good, I suppose. You should be with your family.”

  I waited for him to say something else, but he simply turned back around and continued working as if I had already left the room. That's it? I should be with my family. Is that seriously all he has to say about it?

  Anxiety turned into anger into depression. I wanted to discuss the subject further, but I was too upset—too hurt. With slumped shoulders, I returned to my room to lie on my bed, sulk, and think about everything.

  I should be with my family. Is he right? Is that the right thing to do, to move back in with Tammy? Now that she's moving to Arizona, I really don't have much of an excuse to stay with Dominick anymore. Besides, I distract him from his work. It would probably be better for him if I moved out.

  For as much as I told myself those things though, I didn't believe them. Dominick needed me. I cooked and cleaned for him. Up until the point that I moved in, who knew how long it had been since he'd had a home-cooked meal. Besides, we loved each other. Why shouldn't we live together?

  The next morning at breakfast, I decided to revisit the subject.

  “Tammy and Marcus are coming down this weekend to look at houses. They want me to go with them,” I said as I slid a plate of eggs and bacon in front of Dominick and then sat across from him with my own breakfast.

  He seemed to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed. His dark hair was more tousled than normal, and he was wearing a scowl that made me think it would probably be better to eat in silence. Still, his words from the night before nagged at me, and I knew that if I didn't talk about it now, it would bother me all day.

  “That should be fun for you. I've always found house shopping to be fun. Actually buying a house is a different story though,” Dominick replied thoughtfully.

  “I suppose it will be.” I poked at my eggs. “I guess you'll have to get used to eating out every day again once I move.”

  “I guess I will.”

  “Of course, that's really not very healthy.”

  “No, it's not.”

  “Breakfast isn't so bad. I mean, you could still eat cereal. That's pretty healthy. The other meals will be harder.”

  He grunted in reply.

  “I could make up some food before I leave and freeze it for you. That way, all you'll have to do is microwave
it.” I desperately grasped for anything that would make him talk to me about the move, anything that might make him ask me to stay. Dominick didn't seem interested in the conversation though—didn't seem to care, and that hurt worst of all. Didn't it bother him that I was going to be leaving? “When that runs out, I suppose I could make you care packs. You might starve to death otherwise.”

  “I won't starve to death. I promise. Whether you believe it or not, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

  “I know.” I frowned. “I just want to make things easier for you.”

  “You always have made things easier for me, Kim.” He smiled at me then, and it was all I could do not to break down crying. As quickly as I could, I grabbed my plate and hurried it to the sink, refusing to let him see me in such an emotional state. If he was happy that I was moving out, I didn't want to ruin it by making him feel guilty. I stood over the sink, fighting back tears. Instead of coming to soothe me, Dominick retreated to his office. Almost the second he was out of sight, I let loose with the tears, sniffling as I did the dishes before it was time to leave for school.

  I was a depressed wreck for most of the day, moping around from class to class. Victor was surprisingly sympathetic. He offered for me to move in with him again, and again, I declined.

  I left my tears at school, sucking them up for when I went home and had to pretend I was happy to be moving. It was what needed to be done though. There was no getting around it. Dominick was perfectly content with the idea of me moving, and so I would pretend to be to, for the sake of our relationship.

  It wasn't like the scenario with Melinda. We weren't going to be over because I moved out. We were just going to be farther apart. Maybe we wouldn't see each other as much. Perhaps we'd have to hide our relationship from my sister for a while, but we would still be together. It wasn't the end of the world.

  The weekend came, and I waited nervously on the loveseat in the living room for Tammy and Marcus to come pick me up to go house shopping. Dominick stayed in his office, though I knew he would come out when they arrived. I was more nervous about him seeing my sister and Marcus than I was about anything else. Would they be able to tell that something was going on between us? Would Dominick look at Marcus with disdain? This would be the first time Dominick had seen him since the wedding. Would he still be thinking about how he had lost my sister? I hoped not, but I couldn't help but consider it.