Copyright © 2026 by Penelope Ward and Vi Keeland
There was a
beat of silence. For some reason I continued to stand there. Rafe looked at me
for a few more seconds, like he was deciding something. Then he lifted his
chin, gesturing toward the hallway. “You just got back from a run?”
I nodded.
“First one since I left Montana.”
“How was it?”
“Definitely
different. There are so many people out on the streets.”
He smiled.
“There’s an art to dodging the slow walkers and people glued to their phone.
You’ll pick it up.”
“I’m guessing
I’ll also learn to stop apologizing to people I cut around. I think I said ‘I’m
sorry’ a hundred times on an hour-long run.”
“Dead
giveaway you’re from out of town.”
I laughed.
“That and the fact that I’m wearing purple. What is it with everyone wearing
black in New York? Especially women. They’re all in black pants, black
leggings, black tops, black coats, black purses...”
His eyes
flicked over me again—this time I definitely didn’t imagine it. “I like that
you wear color.”
My stomach
did a small, traitorous flip. “Thanks.”
Another pause
stretched between us, this one charged in a way I couldn’t quite explain. Then
Rafe walked to the table and grabbed his shirt, pulling it on. It made me
wonder if he’d caught himself looking at me and felt wrong—exactly the way
watching him felt for me.
“I, uh, I’m
sorry Calder and I didn’t make it to your girlfriend’s show the other day.”
Rafe smiled.
“Not my girlfriend and not a big deal.”
“How was it?”
“Good. I like
plays better than musicals, but it was fun watching someone I know become
someone else onstage.”
Maybe that’s
why it sometimes felt like he was watching me—because being around him turned me
into someone else. Or maybe this was the real me. I wasn’t sure who the hell I
was anymore.
“Any good
plans for the week?” he asked. “You start your new job soon, right?”
I nodded.
“The Monday after next. I’m planning to hit a different museum each day as I
count down.”
“Nice. I love
museums. When I was a kid, I was obsessed with dinosaurs. I used to beg my
babysitter to take me to the Museum of Natural History. I’ve probably been
there fifty times over the years. It’s still one of my top two favorites.”
“What’s the
other one?”
“It’s called
the Noguchi.”
“I’ve never heard of it.”


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