touched her face. Gentle, soft. ‘Ah, well—definitely a problem!’
‘And, you know, my job has compensations.’
‘Money?’
‘Yes, that’s one.’
‘And meeting handsome architects through your clients.’
‘Handsome egomaniacal architects, even,’ Kate said, and laughed. ‘But I’d definitely classify meeting Willa as compensation. It was…satisfying to fight for her.’
‘Yeah, I get that. From what I know of Wayne-the-Pain, he would have tried to screw her out of everything just to pay her back for wanting to be something more than an arm bauble. She said you fought like a demon. That it was your way—to fight to the death.’
‘Yes, like I said—the Cleary way. And definitely my way. Even more so for people I love—and I love Willa. She’s…special. Strong. So much tougher than people think. I admire her more than I can say. She deserves everything good and fine in the world. Joy. Peace. Security. And love. She deserves love.’
‘I think you’re a secret romantic, Kate.’ He nudged her playfully. ‘So where’s my Valentine’s Day card?’
‘It’s in the mail,’ Kate said, nudging him back. ‘Along with a few tools of oppression—handcuffs and hot wax to go with Anais’s whip, because I think she’s on to something there.’
Scott gave an exaggerated shudder. ‘I promise you, she is not.’ Pause. ‘Mind you, for a B&D aficionado, Anais has some remarkably pedestrian notions about love.’
‘What’s pedestrian?’
‘Let’s just say the idea of a straight up and down sex contract would never have entered her head. You and I… We’re…different. We know what we want and what we don’t. And we go for it.’
Kate thought about that for a moment. ‘Are you saying Anais believes in love, and that that’s pedestrian? Because I hate to break it to you, Scott, but I’m pedestrian in that way too. It’s impossible not to believe in love in my family. They throw it at you in great gooey clumps, whether you want it or not.’
‘Ah, but that’s a different kind of love to the romantic stuff.’
‘The principles are the same. Real love, of any kind, glories in a person’s strengths and talents and…and their flaws too. Especially their flaws. It accepts and it…it heals. It lets you just…be. Be who you are. A lot of divorces happen because that’s not the kind of love on offer.’ Stop. Breath. ‘And that’s when the lawyers come in—earning thousands of dollars negotiating whether it’s Mr or Mrs X who gets five hundred dollars’ worth of groceries in the settlement. And that’s a true story.’
‘But it’s not about the groceries, is it?’
‘No. It’s about power. Punishing someone because they can’t love you enough, or don’t need you enough, or won’t give you enough.’ She shivered. ‘It makes you wonder…’
‘Wonder?’
‘Why you’d ever let someone have that power over you.’
‘And that is why you and I—two sex-crazed cynics—are meant for each other.’
‘For the grand total of two more weeks.’
‘Rollover clause, remember?’ He eyed her closely. ‘You’re not finished with me yet, are you, Kate?’
‘No, I’m not finished with you.’ She clinked her glass against Scott’s beer bottle. ‘Here’s to not having to get divorced. Not that Clearys get divorced any more than Knights.’
‘But—’ He broke off, shook his head. ‘You said your mother’s in favour of divorce.’
‘And so she is—for all those people silly enough to get married in the first place.’
‘You mean…? Hang on, I’m not getting this.’
‘Clearys don’t get divorced because they don’t get married.’
‘You mean like…ever?’
‘Not in recent history.’
‘Your mother?’
‘Nope.’
‘Her mother?’
‘Absolutely not—Gran was all about free love.’
‘Molly and Maeve’s parents?’
‘No. It’s easier, you know, not to rely on a man. Or, in reverse, a woman. But don’t misunderstand me—our fathers were in our lives as much as they wanted to be, and it worked very well.’ She smiled. ‘Gus—my father—and Aristotle—Shay and my other sister Lilith’s father—even get along well together.’
‘So it’s one of those weird, blended, out-there families that are going to be the ruin of civilisation? The Knight family would be horrified!’
‘Are you? Horrified?’
‘I said the Knight family. I’m not really part of that.’
She looked at him sharply. ‘What does that mean?’
He shrugged. ‘I need another beer,’ he said, and went into the apartment.
Kate followed him inside. Waited while he grabbed a beer from the fridge.
‘What’s your family like, Scott?’
‘Doctors.’
‘No—I mean, what are they like?’
‘Well…doctors.’ He hunched a shoulder. ‘You’ve met Hugo. He’s pretty up and down perfect. That’s the standard. My family is not weird, blended and out-there. More like stultifyingly conventional.’
‘So you’re…what? The black sheep?’
‘More like the sheep with second-grade wool.’
‘Okay, what does that mean?’
He took a pull of his beer. ‘Nothing. Just that growing up as a Knight is… Well, it’s nothing a Cleary would understand.’
‘Try me.’
He paused. Looked at her. Opened his mouth. Closed it. Shook his head. ‘Forget it, Kate.’ One of those infuriating smiles that meant nothing. ‘It’s not germane. And—Ah, the intercom. Better go let your sister in.’
If Shay and Rick were surprised to find a man at Kate’s they didn’t show it. And Scott—well, he was all smooth charm. But in that closed-off, keep your distance way. A way that made Shay, who was unusually perceptive, narrow her eyes at him.
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