“I can’t afford a luxury like that at the moment.” She glanced down at her swollen stomach. “This baby is going to be all the luxury I have in my life for a while.”
Squatting on the floor, Dennis sank back on his heels and looked up at her. His expression was innocent. “I don’t mean to pry—”
Now there was an opening line. “But you will.” She advanced to another surface, rubbing hard, waiting.
He lifted one shoulder and let it drop carelessly. She expected him to say “Aw, shucks” next. “Call it conversation.”
Only in the broadest sense. He was reaching. “Euphemism.”
She wasn’t telling him to mind his own business. There was a crack forming in the wall. Dennis worked at making it larger. He grinned at her engagingly. “That too.” Without missing a beat, he began again. “I’m not a racing fan—”
Neither was she anymore. Not for a long, long time. The thrill had dissipated when she realized what the consequences were.
And they had all come to pass.
Nicole looked off into space. “I won’t hold that against you—”
Her voice was soft, distant, as if he’d disturbed something. He wondered what it was. “But your husband was pretty well-known in his class.”
Craig and class had little to do with one another. Class meant knowing when to quit. And when to hold back. Craig hadn’t known when to do either.
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