“Are you sure you’ll be OK getting back to the house?” she asks when we get to the lift station. For a woman who has tried to keep me at arm’s length all morning, I half wonder if she wants me to ask her to come back with me. But I need her out of my hair if my plan is going to work. “I’ll be fine. You go meet your family and I’ll see you when you get home.” “Enjoy your work,” she says, waving me off. Oh, she has no idea how much I’ll enjoy this. It’s very important work, indeed. The work of getting her to confess how much she wants me.
