like I’m back living in the dorms in college. Colin, I’ve come a long way with my illness, but I don’t think that I’ll ever be okay with an open-door policy.”
I couldn’t care less, either way. If she wants our guests gone, that’s doable. “No problem. I’ll rent the guys an apartment. No one has to stay with us if you don’t want them to.”
“I also hate that I come home and find people using the pool. People need to call before they come over. If you and I want to have sex on the living room couch, I want to do that without fear of someone walking in on us.” She adds the last part as I watch her mouth form into a slight devilish grin. The weight on my chest lessens a little more—seeing that smile.
“Hmm…let’s see.” I pretend to think about it. “Sex in other places besides our bedroom for asking friends to call first? Yup! That’s a fair trade.”
I watch Charlie take a deep breath before she speaks. The battery acid feeling in my stomach that had slowly begun to go away comes back in a rush. She looks down at the floor, denying me her beautiful eyes. That makes me crazy. I need her eyes to know what she’s thinking.
“I want Jenny to have an office somewhere else besides our house. I also want her to quit dabbling so deeply in our personal life.”
I take her chin softly in my hand, and tilt her face so I can see those gorgeous eyes: the eyes that see into my soul. They are wet with unshed tears when she begins to speak. “I don’t understand why she has to pack for you to go out of town? I also don’t like that she knows more about you than I do. I know that this is jealousy speaking, and I hate myself for it. I want to know more about you than any other person. I’m sorry. I know that sounds petty.” I watch the tears trickle down her cheeks, and it makes my heart ache. “I’m jealous of a forty-something-year-old woman with orange hair.”
She puts her hands over her face, covering her eyes, and shakes her head. Her hair falls around her, creating a screen. A sound escapes from her lips that I think is a sob. I quickly pull her hands away and see that she’s laughing. It makes me laugh, too. Jenny is awesome in, like, that big-sister mother-hen kind of way. Charlie has no reason to be jealous of her.
“Look, if I move Jenny out of the house that means that I’m going to spend less time at home. I’ll have to go to an office and see her every day. It also means that I’ll have meetings there instead of here.” I explain to her. I want to make sure that Charlie realizes that she’ll be getting less of my time, not more. It also means that I can’t simply walk out of my office and find my girl for the distraction that we both enjoy.
I watch Charlie think through the problem logistically in her mind. She’s a smart girl. I can tell that she’s trying to come up with an acceptable compromise. After a few minutes, she lets out a sigh. “How about if we move Jenny’s office to a bedroom upstairs? Look, Colin, I feel like she’s spying on me. I know that she reports to you what I’m doing at home. I really can’t take it any longer. I never get to be alone anymore, unless I hide in our bedroom.” She looks around the room with some life coming back into her eyes, as she pauses a beat looking out the bay window. “I love our bedroom. I can even deal with the house and all the football clutter, but I can’t take feeling like I have a nanny when I’m at home.”
“Do you like Jenny?” I ask her. I know the answer, but I want to hear Charlie say it. Jenny knows my businesses better than I do. I really hope that Charlie isn’t going to put pressure on me to fire her. I would choose Charlie hands down, but my football life, without Jenny running it, would be much more difficult. Finding a balance where Charlie can deal with Jenny is paramount.
“Colin, I don’t dislike Jenny. She’s a great assistant to you. Jenny obviously cares about you tremendously, and is
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