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tinge.
    “Isa?”
    “I just had a weird sinking feeling. I’m kind of dizzy.”
    Cash thought it no wonder with the way she ran herself ragged. She was working on three commercial projects, and she insisted on jogging four miles every morning and working out with a trainer nightly at the gym. She said all the physical activity focused her. And then there were the nights, with them going at it like rabbits making up for lost time.
    “I think the fumes from the excavation equipment got to me.”
    Cash went to the office’s mini-fridge and pulled out a small carton of orange juice. He grabbed a package of peanut butter crackers and offered it to her.
    “Eww. Just the juice, thanks.”
    Cash opened the crackers and ate one. “You love these things. That’s why I keep them around.”
    “I do, but I’m still feeling a little queasy from the fumes.”
    Cash turned on the oscillating fan and placed it in front of her while she drank the juice and he picked up the contents of her purse.
    Looking up at her from his squat, he said, “What you need is a break. What do you say we take off to New Orleans and catch Bernard Larue?”
    “I’d love that.” She cupped his cheek. “But you forget, silly man, the tickets have been sold out for weeks.”
    His claims notwithstanding, she’d quickly realized that he didn’t have tickets when he’d told her, in front of Grandy, that he did. She had thought his jealousy humorous. But he had tickets now. He’d planned on surprising her, so they were in his back pocket.
    “Oh really?”
    Isa snatched the tickets out of his hands. “How in the world did you come by these?”
    “I’m trying my damnedest to make you happy. As long as you’ll have me, I’ll never stop trying. I mean that, Isa.”
    She bobbed up and down in her chair. “I’m so excited! When do we leave?”
    “As soon as Camp gets here.”
    She wrapped her hands around Cash’s neck and squeezed his face into her breasts.
    Camp came barreling through the door. “Hey, you guys need to get a room. Seriously, it’s the same thing every day.”
    Isa said, “Somebody’s a Grumpy Gus.”
    “Something bothering you?” Cash asked.
    Camp slumped into his desk chair and exhaled long and loud. Two sets of eyes stared at him.
    “It’s the Lake Charles gig. There’s this woman.”
    Cash and Isa each raised a brow and caught each other’s gaze.
    “Do tell, brother.”
    “I don’t know what to tell. She’s got me tied up in knots. When she’s around, I don’t know if I’m happy, sad, excited, or pissed off. She calls me on all my shit too, and I’m just talking about at the work site. I couldn’t imagine what would happen if…”
    Isa prodded. “If what?”
    “I can’t believe I’m even thinking this, but I’m attracted to her. It’s bad too. Whenever she’s somewhere on the property, I can sense it. It’s like my body is a magnet and she’s made of metal. I’ve been reduced to an adolescent. Plus, let’s not forget the fact that I’m an engaged man.” He exhaled an exasperated sigh and fisted his hand in his hair.
    “Camp?”
    “Yeah, Isa?”
    “You don’t seem like a man happily engaged. You’ve already been married once; don’t you think you should think things through a little bit so you don’t make a mistake?”
    Camp stood. “Fuck, don’t you think I’ve thought about that?”
    At his expletive and raised voiced, Cash stood and got in his face. “Don’t speak to her like that.” He threw a punch, but Camp dodged it.
    “What the hell, Cash? I told you that Isa and I are friends. Get over it.” He turned to Isa, “I’m sorry. I’m frustrated and while I couldn’t be happier for you and Cash, your closeness just reminds me that Kim and I are not.”
    “You have to tell her,” Isa said.
    Camp turned to Cash.
    “I agree, bro. You could be trapped in a passionless marriage for upwards of fifty years. In that case, an early death would be preferable to a life of