adults.”
“Natalie will be fine in the guest room and so will I in my old bedroom.” It appeared as if Drew wanted to make our stay at his parents’ house as easy as possible and separate bedrooms would be one way to do that. “Let’s go out and get our bags.” He turned to me and I nodded, getting up from the couch and following him outside, grateful for the breather.
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The rest of the evening was not as awkward as when we’d first arrived. Janice made us dinner and we sat around eating pot roast and potatoes in the dining room. It was so normal and as I watched Drew sitting across from me, I felt as if I was seeing a different side of him. He seemed younger, more naïve. Ever since I’d known him he’d embodied power to me. He was always in control. I’d never thought of where he’d come from. He’d appeared in the conference room the day of my interview seeming bigger than life, an enigma in a way, and even after all we’d been through to get to where we were now, he still sometimes seemed a mystery to me. Being around his parents in the house he grew up in brought a human aspect to him that I sometimes forgot, realizing that before he’d found his success, he was just a kid in this house like every other kid, not much different than myself.
We played a card game with his parents after dinner, something I hadn’t done in ages and I’d forgotten how much fun it could be. His parents went to bed when the game was over and then we watched some TV, heading to bed shortly after that.
I followed him up the stairs, looking at the pictures that donned the walls. I stopped when I saw one of him in a little sailor suit. He couldn’t have been more than three years old and he was adorable. His hair was a little lighter than it was now, but his eyes were just as green.
“You were so cute,” I said and when I looked at him, I thought I saw him blush a little.
“That outfit is ridiculous. Every time I see it I wonder what in the hell my mom was thinking.”
“I think it’s sweet.”
“It must be a chick thing then, because I’m telling you right now, we will never,” he said and then quickly corrected himself before continuing, “I will never dress my son in anything like that.” I slowly turned to look at him to see if he would acknowledge his slip of the tongue. He didn’t. He just kept staring at the picture and I wondered if it had meant something more or if it had been just that…a simple slip of the tongue that I was reading into.
“And these are your sisters?” I asked, turning our attention to another picture of an adolescent Drew surrounded by three girls.
“Yes. You already know Christina,” he said pointing to the girl to his left. I was surprised to see she was actually smiling. She looked happy and so unlike when I’d had the displeasure of meeting her at Thanksgiving. The other two girls, a few years older than Drew looked nice though. They all had the same black hair and there was no denying they were all pretty. “This is Ella, she’s my oldest sister and lives in Seattle and this is Kayla. She’s a lawyer here in Danbury. You’ll meet her tomorrow at the party.”
“What about Christina? Will she be there?” I asked, afraid to hear his answer.
“I’m sure she will be,” he said and I felt my heart sink. The last thing I wanted was to deal with her because she’d been a total bitch to me the one and only time I’d met her. “But,” he said, reaching up and turning my head so I was looking at him. “You don’t need to worry about her.”
“I’m not worried about her.”
“You’re lying.” He leaned in, kissing me softly on the lips before pulling back.
“I’ll be fine. She just caught me off guard at Thanksgiving.”
“I know you’ll be fine, but she won’t bother you.”
“Does she know about us?”
“No. I don’t make it a habit of talking to Christina on a regular