The Friends We Keep. Susan Mallery

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      She wandered down the short hallway that led to the main bath and two bedrooms. She and Rob argued about the bathroom a lot. It, too, was original to the house, with two-toned blue tile and a huge tub. He wanted to gut it and put in something modern. She liked the character of what they had.

      The secondary bedrooms were easy. Paint would improve them a lot and maybe some inexpensive window treatments. The back bedroom, the smaller of the two, was a home office. The other one, well, she didn’t go into that room. She knew what it looked like. Pale yellow walls and gleaming hardwood floors. A rocking chair sat in the corner. Otherwise the space was empty.

      The master addition was on the other side of the house. Again, paint and maybe new bedding would make it look just fine. The house had good bones, was in a great neighborhood. They just needed to give it a little more TLC.

      She heard the front door open and footsteps in the living room.

      “I’m home,” Rob called.

      Hayley went out to greet him. “Hi. I just got in myself. We’re having enchilada casserole for dinner.”

      Rob was about five-ten, with light brown hair and blue eyes. He wore glasses and had an easy smile. He was the kind of guy people instinctively trusted and Hayley had liked him from the first moment they’d met.

      Now she stepped into his embrace and hugged him. He kissed her cheek.

      “How was your day?” he asked.

      “Good. Busy. I went to Supper’s in the Bag.”

      “I figured. You know I love those enchiladas.”

      “I do.”

      His gaze settled on her face. “You feeling okay?”

      “I feel great. Strong.”

      His expression was doubtful, but he smiled. “Good. It’s a nice evening. We could eat outside.”

      Because while the rest of Los Angeles sweltered in the mid-July heat, Mischief Bay had the natural air-conditioning brought on by an onshore breeze.

      “Great idea.”

      They walked into the kitchen together. While Rob washed his hands, she put the casserole in the oven before setting the small timer in the corner. He got two beers from the refrigerator and two tall glasses from one of the cupboards. He poured and handed her a glass. They went outside to the shade of their east-facing backyard. Chairs dotted the brick patio.

      Hayley sat in her usual spot, her feet up on an ottoman. Rob sat across from her.

      “How about you?” she asked. “Good day?”

      He nodded. “Nothing blew up.”

      “There’s a plus.”

      It was a comfortable joke, she thought. Six months ago Rob had taken the job of assistant manager of service at the local Mischief Bay BMW dealer. On his first day of work, there had been an explosion in one of the service bays. Something about compression and heat. No one had been hurt and no cars had been damaged but it had made for an exciting start.

      The job had been a big step up for him—both career and money-wise. The hours were long, but he didn’t have to travel and she liked having him around. He had good benefits, also a big plus. Eventually there would even be paid vacation but that was a few months away. Still, it would be good for when she had a baby. He had a second job, helping a friend restore old cars on the weekend. Easy work for a guy who loved cars.

      “You’re sure you’re feeling okay?” he asked.

      His tone was light, but she heard the worry behind the words. She also knew the reason. She could see herself in the mirror and knew that she looked like someone who had been through medical tough times. The price she had to pay, she thought grimly. That she would keep paying, no matter what. Because the dream was too important.

      “I’m fine,” she assured him. She lightly nudged his thigh with her foot. “You worry.”

      “I love you.”

      “I love you, too, and I’ve been thinking.”

      He paused with his beer halfway to his mouth. “Am I going to like what you’ve been thinking about?”

      “You are. When I was driving home tonight, I was looking at the neighborhood. We have the ugliest house on the block and we shouldn’t. This place is adorable. But with everything going on, we haven’t had time to fix it up. I’d like us to talk about making changes.”

      Rob leaned toward her. “Yeah? That’s great. I agree. We’re an eyesore. I keep expecting the neighbors to start a petition. I have a lot of ideas.”

      Which didn’t surprise her at all. She and Rob had always thought alike.

      “The outside is an easy fix,” she said. “It just needs time.”

      Rob looked doubtful. “Hayley, honey, you can’t do anything strenuous. One of the guys at work has a brother in the landscaping businesses. We can get the yard cleaned up cheap in a couple of days, then you and I can get some new plants. That part we could do ourselves.”

      She hated the idea of wasting money on yard cleanup, but he had a point. She was still pretty weak and he worked two jobs. “I don’t want to spend too much,” she began.

      “I agree. I’ll tell Ray to have his brother drive by and give us an estimate. We’ll just do the front.”

      “Okay.” Their backyard wasn’t too bad. There was the patio and a few trees. The rest was lawn. If she started watering it more regularly, it would green up quickly.

      “What did you think for the inside?” he asked. “We should remodel the kitchen.”

      She did her best not to flinch. “How about we start with paint,” she said. “Maybe some new window coverings.”

      She thought he might push back, but he surprised her by nodding. “You’re right. A kitchen redo is too much right now.”

      Guilt flashed through her. Rob was worried about her being overwhelmed. Because he always worried. They’d been through so much and he’d been beside her every step of the way. Their repeated attempts to get pregnant had left her body weak and their bank account depleted. They were emotionally exhausted by the roller-coaster ride they’d been on.

      But her reasons for not wanting to do the kitchen were different than his. Some would say selfish. She would tell them they couldn’t possibly understand what she was going through. What it was like to be denied the only thing she’d ever wanted.

      She had a plan, she reminded herself. There was still hope. No way she was going to give up.

      “The hardware store has the sale section in the back,” she said. “After dinner let’s go by and see if they have any paint we like. We only need a couple of gallons for the office and the master. I was thinking we’d do the kitchen, too.”

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