“Logan told me he was having a hard time choosing between the proposals, so…” I shrug, pretending that this is something of little importance.
“That’s very kind of you,” Seth says.
“No problem, really.” I carry my cup to the sink. I look around for the dishwasher when Seth must be reading my mind.
“Just leave it in the sink. I’ll deal with it later.”
“Are you working today?”
“Just a few hours in the warehouse. A load is coming in today.”
“Warehouse?” I ask curiously.
“Uncle Seth is a warehouse boy at the club sometimes,” Mason informs me.
“You didn’t tell me that.”
“What does it matter? It’s the same club.”
“The same one you make costumes for.”
Seth adds milk to his coffee.
“Are you telling me you work three jobs?”
“Something like that.”
“Uncle Seth cares about us too much,” Logan says, making his uncle blush.
“Why don’t you get ready for school?” He encourages the kids, who get up eagerly. “We’re leaving in twenty,” he tells them, before leaving us alone.
“Aren’t you going to be late?” He then turns to me.
“You should have told me.”
“What difference does it make?”
“It does.”
Especially in my eyes.
“These are all precarious jobs. I am sure the judge would not appreciate it.”
“You have to tell me everything, Seth, even the things you think are unimportant.”
“You don’t want me to keep secrets from you?”
“I’m your lawyer.”
He takes a sip of coffee, then lowers his eyes to his cup.
“You have to trust me.”
“But I do, believe me.” He looks at me again. “I trust everything you say, and if you want me to tell you everything… let’s start with the fact that this colour looks divine on you.”
Instinctively, I glance at myself. My face is on fire.
I’m wearing a teal shirt.
