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corner.
    He closes his eyes and thrusts his hands into
the robe’s deep pockets.
    What she can see of his chest is a hairless,
translucent rose, like alabaster with a flame burning inside it.
‘You’re allergic to cats?’ She can’t hide her dismay.
    He opens his eyes and stares intently into hers.
‘It seems the powers that be are doing their best to keep us apart,
Carmen.’
    ‘Yes, it does seem that way, doesn’t it? Um,
I’ll be right back.’ She walks back into the kitchen to turn on the
broiler.
    He comes and stands in the doorway.
    She can’t quite bring herself to smile over at
him. ‘I hope you like Chicken Caesar Salad.’
    ‘Is that what you’re making?’
    ‘Yes.’ She drizzles a little extra-virgin olive
oil over each cutlet wishing he had stayed in the living room so
she could concentrate. ‘Unless you’d like something else.’
    ‘Not at all.’ His hands still hidden inside the
robe, he leans against the door frame. His feet and ankles are pale
and slender – Christ-like. ‘I hope you’re not going to too much
trouble.’
    ‘No, all I have to do is broil the chicken.’ She
seasons the breasts liberally with salt and pepper, fresh minced
garlic from a jar, and dried rosemary. ‘I already had the Caesar
dressing made.’
    ‘You made it yourself?’
    ‘Yes, I love Caesar dressing.’ She doesn’t look
at him. ‘But it’s so fattening with all that oil, you know, so I
came up with a fat-free version that tastes pretty good,
considering.’
    ‘You mean it doesn’t have to be sinful to taste
good?’
    ‘No,’ she slips the breasts under the broiler,
‘it just has to be complex. There are more ingredients in the
sinless version, which in this case also happens to make it more
nutritional.’ She reaches up into a cabinet, and sets two black
salad bowls down on the counter.
    ‘I can’t wait to try your unique combination of
ingredients, Carmen.’
    She laughs, hoping he doesn’t realize how much
his presence is affecting her. ‘I’d better go put your clothes in
the dryer.’
    Instead of stepping back out of her way, he
turns in the doorway so she is forced to brush up against him as
she leaves the kitchen. ‘Is there anything I can do to help,
Carmen?’
    ‘Just keep on eye on the breasts for me.’
    ‘I’m more of a leg man. They’re the first thing
I noticed about you.’
    She laughs again shyly, and steps away from him.
‘I meant the chicken…’
    ‘I know what you meant. Those are great sandals,
baby. Put your foot on that chair for me.’
    ‘What? Why?’
    ‘Just do it.’
    She hesitates, because she knows her dress is
short enough that lifting her leg will reveal most of it, but in
the end she obeys him.
    He casually rests his left hand on the base of
her spine and the other one on the back of her raised thigh. He
caresses it slowly, and her breath catches when his fingers brush
her panty line. She can’t help wondering if they would feel as good
as Will’s, and the thought makes her so receptive to his touch that
she is disappointed when he lets go of her and steps back.
    ‘Very nice,’ he says quietly.
    She brings her leg down, shyly avoiding his
eyes. ‘I’ll be right back.’ She escapes into the bathroom, where
she collects the amazingly heavy material of his suit that he
graciously placed in the bathtub along with his wet socks. ‘You can
also open a bottle of wine if you like,’ she tells him on her way
out.
    ‘I usually don’t drink at lunch,’ he crouches
down in front of her rack, ‘but today I’ll make an exception. Hurry
back.’
    She runs down the covered stairs, but the wind
still manages to hit her with sharp little spears of rain.
    The laundry room is empty, and the small space
is even damper and stuffier than usual.
    She pulls on a frayed old rope to switch on the
naked bulb hanging from the ceiling, and tosses the heavy bundle of
Jay’s clothes into the dark bowel of the ancient dryer.
    The wind abruptly slams the door closed