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F*ck Love(10)
Author: Tarryn Fisher

Neil agrees, and we make plans to eat at Le Tub before we head over to her house. Le Tub is a Miami oceanside restaurant that uses old bathtubs and toilets as decoration. If you’re really lucky, you get a table by the water where you can see the manatees as they swim by. Someone once told me that it was one of Oprah’s favorite restaurants, but seriously, Oprah has a lot of favorite things—it all sounds like lies at this point.

I make sure my hair is blow-dried this time, and put on my nice silk shorts and a peasant top. Neil whistles when he sees me, and I make a mental note to try to look nice more often.

“Legs for days,” he says.

“All the better to wrap around you,” I say, then immediately blush. I never say things like that. So embarrassing. Neil likes it. He makes me drink three glasses of wine, and when we hug in the parking lot after dinner, he slips his fingers under my shorts and kisses my ear.

I’m like a real life seductress. Who knew wine could unwind me?

Della announces that we smell like steak when we arrive. She leans in to sniff my hair, and I swat her away. We lie and say it’s the air freshener in Neil’s car, and I hand her a bottle of wine. It feels different in here. Like, not as Della. I eye the living room suspiciously. Everything is neat and orderly. No sign of a male live-in. But still…

She ushers us into her pink living room where a tray of appetizers is set up on the coffee table.

I blink. Fancy shit. I forget I just ate dinner and try it all. Salmon canapés, miniature meat pies, baked brie. I spill mango salsa on my shirt, and I don’t even care. The button of my shorts is digging into my stomach. Della pours me a glass of wine, and while I’m trying to wipe off the salsa, wine splashes onto my shirt.

“Where did you buy this?” I ask through a mouthful of cheese.

“I didn’t buy it,” she says. “Kit made it.”

The cheese gets stuck in my throat, and I cough. It’s awful, like my whole life flashes in front of my eyes, and it’s so boring. Lying little shit. Neil hits me on the back. I’m bent over and watery-eyed when Kit walks into the room, a tray of something perched on his steepled fingers.

“Don’t like it?” he asks.

I eye his ripped blue jeans, and shake my head. Filth. Chef scum.

“It’s delicious,” I say. “It’s the work of a talented chef. Someone who’s had a lot of practice in the kitchen.”

He smirks and sets down the tray. “Eh, it’s not that hard. Like scrambling eggs.”

I choke on my wine.

“What’s wrong with you tonight?” Neil says, handing me a napkin.

“Just doing everything too fast,” I say. “Choking and whatnot.”

“You have cheese in your hair,” Kit says. “Right there.” He motions to the spot. I don’t pull it out. Let the cheese have my hair.

Della claps her hands and takes a bacon-wrapped scallop off Kit’s tray. “Now I’ll never have to learn how to cook!” she says gleefully. “Kit can take care of it!”

I wonder when she ever had plans to learn how to cook. Especially since I’d been her official snack-maker since tenth grade.

“What’s for dinner?” I ask, sinking into the couch.

“Fish,” Kit says. “That I caught myself.”

I balk.

“Lovely,” I say. Then, “Neil, can you pour me more wine? That’s right. Fill it all the way to the top…”

It turns out that I can eat a lot more than I think, especially if it’s delicious as fuck. By the time we are finished with dinner, I can’t even stand up straight. Neil has fallen asleep with his head on the table, and Della is singing karaoke by herself in the bedroom. Kit leads me to the living room, suspiciously sober, and helps me onto the love seat.

“I’ll make some coffee,” he says, moving toward the kitchen.

“Did you lie about the coffee too?” I hiss. I cling to the cushions so I don’t roll off the couch.

He’s holding four wine glasses between his fingers. He stops to consider what I’ve said, and all I can think about is how he’s able to hold all four wine glasses without them slipping out of his hands.

“No. That was true. It’s probably why I started writing that book. I got addicted to coffee and stayed up all night. Thanks for that.”

I roll my eyes.

“Hey, I got you something.”

I make a face. “You got me something?”

“Yeah,” he says. “Hold on.”

He disappears into Della’s bedroom and comes out carrying a brown paper bag.

I take it from him, gingerly.

“What the what?” I say.

I reach into the bag and pull out a book.

“Drawing for beginners,” I read. My brain is a wine slushy, but the situation is still eerie enough to give me goose bumps.

“It’s a start,” he tells me. “If you’re going to doodle, you might as well learn how to do it really well.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. “Why did you choose this particular book?” I ask, looking up at him.

“There were lots of kinds,” he says. “But I thought you’d like the castles and unicorns.”

My heart does this racing thing. For the first time in days, I don’t think I’m crazy. I think everything is crazy. I’m trapped in a dream. The dream has invaded my world. What the hell?

I read the book Kit got me, then I text him to thank him. He plays it off like it was nothing. Typical. He has no idea how not nothing it was.

   
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