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.But you do realize that this changes everything, don’t you? I now have actual proof that the work-Nazi editor is actually a human being.”“Just because I read chick lit?”“You got it.How tough can someone be if they read and relate to Bridget Jones’s Diary?”Leigh sighed.“I loved that book.”Jesse smiled.“What was that other one…The Nanny Diaries?”“A definite classic.”“Mmm,” Jesse murmured, and Leigh could tell he was rapidly losing interest.She knew his gestures now, his expressions, could decode the meaning of a furrowed eyebrow or a half-smile.She’d been to the Hamptons four times in the last three months, and with each meeting things had felt less awkward.The second time she’d again stayed at the American Hotel, although she’d spent barely a handful of hours there—a fact that said a great deal considering the visit took place on a No Human Contact Monday (she waived the rule for one night).On the third and fourth visits she accepted Jesse’s offer to stay in the guesthouse he’d built for his nephews—it was so much more convenient—and it wasn’t until yesterday, on this fifth visit, that Leigh had realized the wisdom of bunking in one of the main house’s upstairs guest rooms.After all, they often worked late into the night, and the walk to the guesthouse was winding and dark.It was all very innocent and, to Leigh’s surprise, it felt extremely natural.She was pleased that they were able to work so well together and still maintain professional distance, even if they were sleeping in rather close quarters.Henry hadn’t thought it strange when Leigh mentioned she’d stopped staying at the hotel; he had other editors who traveled to visit authors—some to places more far-flung than the Hamptons—and they often bunked down on the property somewhere.When Leigh had told her father at dinner last week that she’d taken to spending two or three days a week working with Jesse in his home, he’d said something to the effect of “It’s not ideal, but if they won’t come to you, you go to them.” All their blasé attitudes only furthered Leigh’s conviction that Russell didn’t need to know.“I wondered what you wanted for dinner,” Jesse was saying.“It’s almost six and it’s the off-season, so if we don’t motivate soon, we’re going to be shit out of luck.Do you want to grab a burger somewhere, or should I make something?”“By ‘make something’ do you really mean ‘pour cereal in a bowl’? Because if that’s the case, I’d rather a burger.”“Ah, sweet Leigh, charming as ever.Is that your way of saying ‘Thanks, Jesse.I’d love a home-cooked meal, I’m just way too difficult a bitch to actually say so’?”Leigh laughed.“Yes.”“I had a feeling.Okay, then, cooking it is.I’m going to run to Schiavoni’s for some food.Any requests?”“Lucky Charms? Or Cinnamon Toast Crunch.With two-percent milk, please.”Jesse threw up his hands in mock disgust and left the room.Leigh waited until she heard the front door close and the car start before she picked up her phone.Russell answered on the first ring.“Hello?”He always pretended he didn’t know it was her, even though he had caller ID like the rest of the civilized world.“Hey,” she said.“It’s me.”“Hi, baby, how are you? How’s the lunatic these days? He staying sober enough to get any substantive work done?”Russell had taken to putting down Jesse pretty much every chance he got, regardless of how often Leigh reassured him that Jesse was nothing like his reputation, or how many times she told him that he was just another author, alternately confident to the point of arrogance or insecure to the point of debilitation.It didn’t seem to matter, and Leigh figured out the more she defended Jesse, the more it incensed Russell.He was jealous—she certainly would be if he spent so much time with another woman—but she couldn’t bring herself to reassure him.Even if Jesse never mentioned his wife (and Leigh had yet to detect any actual proof of her existence), the fact remained that Jesse was married and Leigh was engaged, and they had developed a nice friendship in addition to their working relationship.A nice platonic friendship—something Russell claimed, much to Leigh’s irritation, was an impossibility between men and women.Leigh sighed.“He’s really not like that, Russell.He’s not a drunk, he’s just…just different.He’s not quite as regimented as we are.”Dammit.This was definitely not the right approach.Any conversation she allowed to veer toward Jesse would definitely end in a fight, something that, despite her very best efforts, seemed to be happening a lot lately.“Regimented?”“You know what I mean.”“It sounds like you think he’s all chill and Zen and that I’m stressed out and…and…regimented.”“We are different people, Russell.And in my opinion, we’re the ones living like responsible adults while he’s lost and directionless, okay?” Leigh didn’t acknowledge to Russell that although this had been her opinion a mere month earlier, Jesse’s lifestyle no longer seemed so unappealing.“Look, why are we even talking about him? Who cares? I called to see what was going on with you.How was today’s postproduction meeting?”“It was fine.Nothing out of the ordinary.”“Russell, don’t sulk.It’s unbecoming.”“Thank you for the etiquette lesson, dear.I’ll remember that.”“Why are you being like this?” Leigh sighed.She had merely wanted to check in, exchange a few pleasantries, and get back to her book, but she sensed that Russell was preparing a huge State of the Relationship talk.They were his specialty and her worst nightmare.“Leigh, what’s going on with us?” His voice grew softer, gentler.“Seriously, I think we should talk about it.”Leigh took a deep breath and exhaled silently.She strove for calm although her insides were screaming, No, no, no! I’m sick of talking about it.Let’s not talk about everything.Can’t we just tell each other about our days and move on? Please don’t do this to me! and said, “What do you mean, Russ? There’s nothing wrong with us.”He was silent for a minute.“Do you really feel that way? Doesn’t it seem like there’s a lot of distance? And what am I supposed to say when people ask why we haven’t had our engagement party yet? That my fiancée doesn’t seem to have time, even though we’ve been engaged for five months?”Oh god, please not this again.“You know what a big deal this is—why can’t you be understanding?”“Yeah, well, call me crazy, but I guess I thought that getting married would be a big deal for you, too.”“Of course it is [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]