A Little Bit Engaged. Teresa Hill

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      “You’re very easy to talk to,” she said, as if she didn’t quite understand why.

      He shrugged easily. “Years of training. I guess some of it took. And in my entirely professional opinion, I can tell you that most people get confused on a regular basis. It’s perfectly normal.”

      Kate frowned. “And then they just don’t do anything, because they’re afraid they’ll do the wrong thing? Or because they think maybe something will happen at some point, and then they’ll just know what they’re supposed to do?”

      “Exactly.”

      “I hate that, too,” she said. “I mean, how can we expect to get where we want to go, without figuring out what we want and making a plan for getting it?”

      “So, you don’t know what you want?” he asked cautiously, thinking he knew exactly what she was like. Tough on herself. Focused. Driven. Ambitious. Baffled by how difficult some people found life.

      Obviously, she needed help. And it was possible he was helping her clarify her feelings. That was good, right?

      “Maybe.” She looked even more troubled and, sounding doubtful said, “But this is supposed to be for the rest of my life. This is not a decision to mess up.”

      “No, it’s not,” he said, striving for an absolutely objective tone. One should be absolutely sure when choosing someone to marry. He’d give that advice to anyone who asked. Not just possibly engaged women he wanted to date.

      “Maybe it’s just cold feet,” she suggested.

      “Maybe,” he agreed. He could be really good at this objective stuff.

      “But it would be awful to lose the right man, just because I’m nervous about making that commitment or waiting for…well…”

      Oh, yeah. What did she want from this relationship that was missing? What could he possibly say that would be unbiased here?

      She just looked sad then. “I don’t know what I want.”

      “I think you do,” he said, then could have kicked himself.

      Still, not bad advice, he told himself.

      He’d learned from experience. People knew. They just didn’t want to admit to themselves that they knew, because then they’d have to do something about it. If they could just pretend that they didn’t know, they didn’t have to do anything.

      “Tell me what to do?” she asked.

      “I can’t. You’re the only one who knows how you really feel.” Then, because he felt guilty, he added, “Kate, if you really don’t know, it’s okay to let things ride for a little while until you figure it out. That’s just being careful.”

      “I don’t think I’m being careful. I think I’m being a coward.”

      If she’d been anyone else, he would have reached over and squeezed her hand or patted her shoulder to try to comfort her because she looked so troubled. But Ben wasn’t touching her.

      “You think I’m awful, don’t you?” she asked.

      “No.”

      “You say that, but you sound like you think I’m awful. You’re looking at me like you think I’m awful. Do you know Joe?”

      “No.”

      “He’s a good man. A very good man.”

      But that didn’t make him right for her.

      He groaned. Ben, gag yourself now. Right now.

      If he had a needle and thread, he’d have sewn his mouth shut and known he deserved the pain it caused him.

      “Now you look angry,” she said.

      “At myself. Not you.”

      “Why?”

      “Because I’m wishing you weren’t engaged,” he admitted. “Which means I have no right giving you advice about this, and I have to shut up. Now.”

      She looked puzzled. “You mean…you want to…you and me?”

      He nodded.

      “Oh.” Her mouth fell open and her eyes got big and round. Soft color filled her cheeks, and he started laughing, couldn’t help it.

      Either he was a terrible flirt or she was completely oblivious to him as a man, because it was obvious it hadn’t even occurred to her that he might be interested in her. He either really liked her for that or felt sorry for himself for being invisible to her.

      “I’m really not very good at this sort of thing,” she said. “You know, the man-woman thing.”

      “Me, neither.” Ben laughed some more. “Obviously.”

      “No. It’s not you. It’s me. If there was a textbook or a class in college or a test, I could have aced it. But there aren’t any of those things when it comes to relationships. I mean, there are tons of books but they all say different things. Have you ever tried to make sense of all the different things written about relationships?”

      “No.”

      “It’s awful. Give me numbers. I can add them up. They always come up to the same thing. I love that about numbers. Ask me something about love, and I’m just baffled. You can’t quantify it in any way. There’s no definitive test for it. There’s no checklist. It has an infinite number of variables. You can’t even define the term. It means so many different things to people.”

      “It is annoying in those ways,” he agreed.

      She groaned aloud. “What am I going to do?”

      “You’ll figure it out,” he said.

      She stared at him and frowned. “You’re a really nice man.”

      “And that’s a bad thing?”

      “No, it’s not. It’s just…I don’t know what to do.”

      “And you’re the only one who can decide.”

      She looked hopeless then, like she might cry sometime soon.

      He stiffened his spine, tried to strengthen his resolve. He had to get away from her. Nothing else would save him.

      “Okay. I’ll stop talking now and go sit on the other side of the room, in case I’m tempted to do more harm than I’ve already done. It was nice to meet you, Kate. You’ll do the right thing, whatever it is.”

      “I’m not so sure of that.” She looked as if she might cry at any minute. “I’m not very sure of anything right now.”

      Oh, great. Make her cry. Way to go, Ben.

      “Kate, sorry to have kept you waiting,” Charlotte СКАЧАТЬ