He nodded, but he still didn’t look convinced.
“Okay,” she said. “I can give you more detailed notes on it. I’ll be happy to do that. But really, I thought it wouldn’t be…” She bit her lip. “I wasn’t sure what to expect from your writing. But, Beau, I’m telling you. It’s good.”
He took a step closer to her. “Wait. When you said, ‘I thought it wouldn’t be…’ you thought it was going to be bad. Is that what you’re trying to tell me? You’re surprised that you like it. Aren’t you?”
She sighed. “I was actually trying really hard not to tell you that, as a matter of fact. And it’s not like I thought it was going to be bad! But the thing I am telling you, because it’s true, is that it is good. You can do this. You are doing this. I’m excited to see what else you have in that notebook.” She shrugged. “I don’t have a lot of experience, obviously, and I don’t know what Marta will think, so I don’t want you to think that I—”
He brushed that aside. “I don’t care what Marta thinks. I care what you think.”
They grinned at each other.
He looked down, then back up at her. “I’d love it if you gave me those notes, actually. Tomorrow, maybe?”
Izzy nodded. “Tomorrow sounds great.” She turned back to the house. “Come on, now it’s your turn to celebrate a victory. There’s a lot more ice cream in there and a whole lot of hot fudge.”
Beau caught up to her. “Ice cream before dinner sounds like my kind of celebration.”
On Wednesday morning, Priya texted.
Can’t wait to see you this weekend!!!
That’s right; this weekend was Priya’s cousin’s wedding in Santa Barbara. Izzy had totally forgotten. The past few weeks had gone so quickly.
Ahhhh when do you get here? Where are you staying?
She couldn’t wait to see Priya. So much had happened in the past three weeks. And she couldn’t believe she only had a little over a week left in California.
I get in tomorrow! Dinner tomorrow night? Do I get to see that house? And BEAU???
Izzy laughed at Priya’s many punctuation marks and then bit her lip. She and Beau were in a good place now, with work and everything, but it still felt tricky to ask him if someone—anyone—could come to the house. She knew how special this house was to him. And she also knew how he felt about his privacy.
And Priya would want to go everywhere in the house and ask all sorts of questions.
Dinner, yes! I can pick you up from the airport! But mmmm, not sure about coming to the house, or meeting Beau. I’ll have to check
Priya’s text came back in seconds.
SO CHECK THEN!!! I have to see this place you’ve been living! And meet this GUY
Izzy rolled her eyes.
He’s not a GUY. But fine, I’ll ask if I can bring you up here before we have dinner
Should she really ask him, though? She didn’t want Beau to think that she was violating his privacy in any way. And she really didn’t want to mess up the still somewhat fragile working relationship between the two of them, just to satisfy Priya’s curiosity. She’d have to think about this.
Izzy still hadn’t decided what to do when she got to the library that afternoon. After he finished writing, Beau pushed his laptop across the table to her. She read what he’d worked on, made a bunch of notes in the margins, and pushed the laptop back to him.
The first time they did this, he’d frowned at the screen when he read her notes. He had looked at her, but when he’d opened his mouth, she’d cut in before he could say anything.
“No—not yet. Don’t answer my questions now. Answer them in your writing. But don’t do that now either—wait until tomorrow, at least. Maybe even the next day, or sometime next week.”
That angry frown she remembered from her first week had returned to his face.
“But you said—”
She’d shaken her head. “I know what I said, but you have to give yourself some time to think about it. Sure, maybe you think my idea for a change doesn’t work—okay, that’s fine, you’re the one writing this, not me. But give yourself time to think about it, come up with a better idea. This is a marathon, not a sprint, Beau.”
He’d looked at her for a minute, and suddenly his face relaxed. “But how am I going to argue with you about all this if I have to wait? The heat of the moment might be all gone!”
He was smiling. Good. She’d been worried for a minute there.