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I’m big or anything. It’s just never happened. There’s never been a reason for a man to lift me. But now Evan is picking me up and dragging me away from the truck. I spill the remainder of my tea. Where’s his mug?
“This isn’t how we’re going to fix this,” he says, carrying me back towards the house.
“Put me down.”
“Not on your life. I didn’t realize you were a runner. I thought you’d stay and fight. Not give up.”
“I’m not giving up. You just gave me up.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it.”
“Don’t swear at me.”
“Oh, I’m going to say a whole lot more than that when we get inside.”
“Please, put me down. I’m mortified. I’m never going to be able to show my face here again.”
What does it say about me that I’m a little disappointed when he does put me down.
“Do you think you’ll have reason to be back here?”
“I don’t know. I like your mom. Maybe I’ll come visit her sometime when you’re not here. Maybe some day I’ll bring my fictional kids from another marriage here and tell them about the one who got away.”
“I’m not going away. You’re just a wingnut. A loose cannon. Christ, you don’t give a man a chance to think. You just blurt things out and expect me to react before I get a chance to process anything. Getting pissed with me because of something that’s not even happening? Because of a ‘what if’ scenario? You know what your problem is, Jillian Katherine Carew?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Too bad. You’re going to listen to me for a second. You want to be the boss of your own life so badly that you can’t imagine anyone’s opinion being on par with yours. The idea of being told what to do drives you mad. I get it. That’s how you’ve lived your whole life, having to prove your independence and fight for what you want. But you don’t need to fight me on this. I don’t want to tell you what to do. How to act. What to be. I just want to be able to talk things through.”
His eyes are piercing mine. The blue seems deeper, like a stormy sky.
“You want my answer to your stupid question? Yes. Yes, I’d give it a go. And not a long-distance thing either. If you left tomorrow, I’d have no choice but to go after you. You think I do this with every woman I’ve had a relationship with? Spend nearly every friggin’ minute of my day with her? Crave her voice? Want to tell her the littlest things that happened in my day? No. If that were the case, I wouldn’t be a single man. Because I wouldn’t let her go, even if she was willing to travel on a fish truck to get away from me. If you don’t love me, if you don’t want to be with me and see where this goes, if you can’t imagine a future with me where what I say matters, then maybe you should leave. But I’m not letting you go until you answer me this one question. Do you love me? Because I sure as hell am in love with you.”
“Do I love you? Why do you think I’m so pissed?”
“That’s not an answer.”
“Maybe I need to reflect on it a bit first. Maybe you need to give me a second to think.” Way to go, Jill. Way to be a brat at the wrong moment.
“This isn’t a question you think about, and you bloody well know it.”
“Of course it’s not. And you know the answer is yes. Why else would you be standing there with that smirk on your damn beautiful face if you didn’t know what I was going to say.”
“Because this is the best fight we’ve ever had. I’m already picturing the making up that’s going to happen when we get inside.”
“I’m not having sex in your parents’ house.”
Damn. I hate being wrong.
A couple of months or so later.
“Y ou wanna come watch the game tonight?”
Ahhh. I remember once when Charlie Tucker asked me that in grade ten. He was going to play rugby. I had a huge crush on him. He was tall and blond with blue eyes. Come to think of it, he looked a bit like Evan. But Evan is better looking. Now, when I’m asked that
“This isn’t how we’re going to fix this,” he says, carrying me back towards the house.
“Put me down.”
“Not on your life. I didn’t realize you were a runner. I thought you’d stay and fight. Not give up.”
“I’m not giving up. You just gave me up.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it.”
“Don’t swear at me.”
“Oh, I’m going to say a whole lot more than that when we get inside.”
“Please, put me down. I’m mortified. I’m never going to be able to show my face here again.”
What does it say about me that I’m a little disappointed when he does put me down.
“Do you think you’ll have reason to be back here?”
“I don’t know. I like your mom. Maybe I’ll come visit her sometime when you’re not here. Maybe some day I’ll bring my fictional kids from another marriage here and tell them about the one who got away.”
“I’m not going away. You’re just a wingnut. A loose cannon. Christ, you don’t give a man a chance to think. You just blurt things out and expect me to react before I get a chance to process anything. Getting pissed with me because of something that’s not even happening? Because of a ‘what if’ scenario? You know what your problem is, Jillian Katherine Carew?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Too bad. You’re going to listen to me for a second. You want to be the boss of your own life so badly that you can’t imagine anyone’s opinion being on par with yours. The idea of being told what to do drives you mad. I get it. That’s how you’ve lived your whole life, having to prove your independence and fight for what you want. But you don’t need to fight me on this. I don’t want to tell you what to do. How to act. What to be. I just want to be able to talk things through.”
His eyes are piercing mine. The blue seems deeper, like a stormy sky.
“You want my answer to your stupid question? Yes. Yes, I’d give it a go. And not a long-distance thing either. If you left tomorrow, I’d have no choice but to go after you. You think I do this with every woman I’ve had a relationship with? Spend nearly every friggin’ minute of my day with her? Crave her voice? Want to tell her the littlest things that happened in my day? No. If that were the case, I wouldn’t be a single man. Because I wouldn’t let her go, even if she was willing to travel on a fish truck to get away from me. If you don’t love me, if you don’t want to be with me and see where this goes, if you can’t imagine a future with me where what I say matters, then maybe you should leave. But I’m not letting you go until you answer me this one question. Do you love me? Because I sure as hell am in love with you.”
“Do I love you? Why do you think I’m so pissed?”
“That’s not an answer.”
“Maybe I need to reflect on it a bit first. Maybe you need to give me a second to think.” Way to go, Jill. Way to be a brat at the wrong moment.
“This isn’t a question you think about, and you bloody well know it.”
“Of course it’s not. And you know the answer is yes. Why else would you be standing there with that smirk on your damn beautiful face if you didn’t know what I was going to say.”
“Because this is the best fight we’ve ever had. I’m already picturing the making up that’s going to happen when we get inside.”
“I’m not having sex in your parents’ house.”
Damn. I hate being wrong.
A couple of months or so later.
“Y ou wanna come watch the game tonight?”
Ahhh. I remember once when Charlie Tucker asked me that in grade ten. He was going to play rugby. I had a huge crush on him. He was tall and blond with blue eyes. Come to think of it, he looked a bit like Evan. But Evan is better looking. Now, when I’m asked that
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