get paid at the end of his job, and I press on. “Okay. Here’s what I need.”
His eyebrows are dark and just a little thicker than they should be. I notice it because it’s one of the few parts of his body I can see that aren’t perfect. They arch up again, as if my no-nonsense style surprises and amuses him.
“I’m listening.”
“I need someone to act like my husband for six months. I’m sure Aurora has told you. We don’t actually have to get married. It’s not going to matter since no one is likely to check into marriage registrations. You just need to pretend to be my husband on the weekends when we go up to Charleston, West Virginia, to visit my mom and her new husband’s family. She’s got a bunch of events planned—showers and parties and such. And sometimes we’ll just go to visit. Then the wedding of course. That’s in four months. And I figure we better keep it up for a couple of months after that, although once they’re married, there won’t be any more events.”
Damian nods. “Okay. That sounds easy enough. Aurora said you had a tricky family issue. Do you mind if I ask what it is? Why do you need a husband so much you’re willing to pay for one?”
It’s a perfectly natural question. Anyone would ask it. And there’s nothing rude or intrusive about his tone or expression. But I feel my defenses rising anyway. This man is a stranger. “It’s complicated.”
His eyebrows lift even higher, and his eyes drop. “Okay.”
I’m not sure why, but his mild response makes me feel guilty. Like I shouldn’t be keeping secrets from him. It’s very annoying, and the discomfort is not like me at all. “It’s just that my mom’s new husband is very... traditional. Opinionated. And kind of manipulative, I guess. His granddaughters told me he’s got a bad habit of putting pressure on people. To get married.”
“I’d guess there are a lot of people out there still like that. Why does it matter?”
“It matters because my mom is happy. Really happy. And she’s never really been happy before. If there’s conflict between me and Pop—that’s what everyone calls her fiancé—then she’s not going to stay happy. So I thought...” I shake my head and stare down at the table. “Maybe it’s stupid. It probably is. But I thought if I was already married, it wouldn’t be an issue at all. He wouldn’t try to pressure me. My mom wouldn’t be caught in the middle. It would fix things. I need her to be happy.”
I’m not sure how these words are coming out of my mouth. I never talk like this to strangers. I barely talk this way to my best friends or my therapist.
Damian seems to be listening. And thinking about what I said. “All right. That makes sense. It’s a pretty big investment though. Don’t you have a friend who could pretend to be your husband for a while?”
I shake my head. “Most of my friends are online. And the ones I do have aren’t men. Except for Steve. My business partner. And asking him to do something like that would be way too awkward. I’d much rather it be a stranger so things don’t get messy.”
“Messy?”
“You know. Awkward. Uncomfortable. Emotionally tangled. I’m not into that kind of thing.”
He gives a soft huff. I’m not sure what it means. “Okay. Got it. No messy emotions.”
I feel another flush for no good reason. “I’m not saying anything is wrong with it. You can have messy emotions if you want. I just don’t see any reason for this to get messy. That’s why I wanted to just hire someone.”
“I understand. So do you just want me to spend the weekends with you? I’d understood it was a full-time commitment for six months.”
My face twists as I go back to the question I’ve been stewing over for days now. “Yeah, I don’t know. The only thing I really need is the weekends, but I’m worried that if we’re supposed to be married, it better look like we’re married here in Atlanta too. Just in case Pop or his family comes into town or they know someone here who might question the arrangement.”
Damian doesn’t appear surprised or uncomfortable about the idea. “That’s what I figured. I’m not opposed to living with you for the job as long as I have my own room and bathroom and enough free time to get my own work done.”
“Oh,