If You Only Knew. Kristan Higgins

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      I stop at the gourmet shop that’s just around the corner from Jenny’s shop. Maybe I’ll drop by after my lunch, if I have time.

      “Can I help you?” the girl asks, and I order Adam’s favorite sandwich, a turkey-and-avocado-and-bacon panini. Broccoli salad. Two green teas. Three chocolate cookies. For myself, a green salad. That pooch of skin is all too clear in my mind.

      Brewster, Buckley and Bowman, Attorneys at Law, is in a dignified old building overlooking the Hudson River. It’s on the same block as my father’s old office, which always gives me a pang; I loved visiting him at work, seeing him in his dentist whites.

      I go into the venerable lobby of Triple B, which has been around for seventy years and employs more than forty lawyers. They handle everything from divorce to taxes to criminal defense. Adam’s specialty is corporate law; boring to the outsider, but quite interesting once you understand what he does. Well. I have to think so. I’m married to the guy.

      “Rachel!” the receptionist exclaims when I go into the office. “It’s been too long. You here to see Adam?”

      “I brought him lunch,” I say, feeling the start of a blush. You’d think I wouldn’t feel shy; I’ve been coming here for years.

      “I’ll just buzz him and let him know you’re here,” Lydia says. “In case he’s with a client.”

      “Thank you very much,” I say. I flash another smile, gripping the handles of the deli bag more tightly.

      “You don’t have to be so shy, you know,” Lydia says.

      Oh, okay. I’ll stop, then. All I was waiting for was you to say that. I know she means well. I smile—awkwardly—and let my eyes slide away.

      “Hey!” A man comes into the foyer. “How are you, Rach?”

      “Hi, Jared,” I say, feeling a genuine smile start.

      “Bringing the luckiest guy in the world some lunch?”

      “I am indeed. How’s Kimber?”

      “She’s great. Want to see a picture? We went to Provincetown last weekend. Had a blast.”

      “Sure.” Got to love a guy who whips out his phone to show off pictures of his fiancée.

      He shows me seven pictures of his beloved. I’ve met Kimber a few times, and she’s quite a beauty, though I admit to being surprised the first time I saw her. Her hair is dyed a pinkish red that was never intended to be thought of as natural, she has a full-sleeve tattoo on one arm and wears brilliant peacock colors for eye shadow and liner. “You can just feel how happy she is in these pictures,” I say.

      Jared grins. “Thanks, Rach. Listen, I have to run. Got a lunch that’s so boring, I might actually stab myself in the eye just to keep from falling asleep. Hey, let’s have dinner, the four of us, okay?”

      “That’d be great.”

      “Give the girls a kiss for me,” he says.

      “Adam will see you now,” Lydia says.

      “Lydia! Did you make her wait? Honestly. Rach, just go down to his office next time. You’re his wife. You have rights.” Jared gives me a mock-serious look, then leaves.

      Dinner with him and Kimber would be nice, I think as I make my way down the hall to Adam’s small but lovely office. It’s so nice to see Jared smitten. In the past, he’d always dated country-club types, and I can’t remember one relationship lasting even a year. With Kimber, he met her and it was the thunderbolt, as he said.

      Same with Adam and me.

      “Babe!” Adam says as I go in.

      “Hi. I brought lunch,” I say, going behind his desk to kiss him on the cheek.

      “Oh. Wow, that’s so nice of you. Um…well, uh, no, it’s fine.”

      “Did you have plans?”

      “No, no. I mean, yeah, I was going to grab something with another lawyer, but it’s fine. Just let me send him a text.” His thumbs fly, his phone cheeps and he stands up. “Close the door so we can have some privacy, okay? What did you bring me?”

      “Turkey and avocado.”

      “’Atta girl.” He smiles at me and gets up.

      Adam’s office has a little couch and chair, in addition to his desk, and we sit there as I unpack our lunch. He checks his phone, then slides it into his pocket.

      Sometimes I feel like whipping that thing out a window. My cheeks hurt, which means I’ve been clenching my teeth.

      “How are the girls?” he asks. “Are they with your sister?”

      “No, with Donna,” I say. “Jenny’s working.”

      “Right. But does she have regular hours and stuff?”

      He’s never really understood how much work Jenny has had to do to get where she is, or how much time goes into making a wedding dress. He’s a guy, after all.

      “She does. Regular hours and then some.” I take a bite of salad.

      Then Adam’s door opens, and in comes Emmanuelle St. Pierre, one of Adam’s coworkers. “So where were we?” she says.

      Then she sees me and freezes for the briefest second.

      “I’m sorry,” she says. “Adam, I thought we were having lunch today. Did I have the wrong day?”

      Just let me send him a text.

      Him.

      And so I know. I know.

      Adam is cheating on me with her.

      “Emmanuelle, you remember my wife, right? Rachel, you’ve met Emmanuelle, I think. The holiday party at the club?”

      I’ve seen your vagina, I want to say.

      “Um, mmm-hmm,” I mumble, because my mouth is full of unchewed arugula.

      You fucking slut, is my next thought, but then again, of course she’s a fucking slut; she couldn’t be a slut without fucking, could she?

      “Emmanuelle and I are working on a case together,” Adam says.

      “Really,” I say, swallowing the mouthful of roughage without chewing. Really, Adam? Because you do corporate tax law, and she’s a criminal defense attorney, and even your stupid little housewife knows that you would not work on a case together.

      “Adam, I didn’t mean to interrupt your little…picnic,” she says, and her eyes run over me, making me feel childish in my pink sweater, silly with my “trying to be artistic” earrings, like a failure in my little wifey-goes-out-to-lunch dress. She’s wearing a sleeveless black turtleneck dress, Armani, maybe. Jenny would know in СКАЧАТЬ