“It’d make me happy right now for you to do what I say,” he muttered, but his face wasn’t quite so hard now. He felt, under my hands, like he wanted to hold me. So I found my courage and went for it.
“What would make me happy,” I said, “would be for you to put your arms around me and tell me you love me, and that you’re willing to work this out with me.”
“That’s what I just said.”
“No. You said you’d do it. There’s a difference. Please, Hemi. Please hold me, because I’m so scared and sad right now.”
His face twisted, and just like that, his arms had gone around me, and I was home. I wrapped my own arms around his neck, pressed my face into his broad chest, inhaled the clean, warm scent of him, and said, “Thank you.”
“Aw, sweetheart.” His dark-chocolate voice went straight inside me and settled there. “You frustrate the hell out of me. What am I going to do with you?”
“Love me, I hope.” The words came out a little tight, because that was how my throat felt. “Talk to me. Work with me.”
“Right. Tell me how.”
The relief was trying to make me shake. “I don’t know how. And I know I didn’t listen well enough last night, and that I embarrassed you just now in front of your grandfather, but it’s not going to work if I start out feeling wrong—or with you feeling wrong, either. I think it has to start with you listening to me and me listening to you. It starts with talking over our future, and Karen’s. What do you think?”
“I think,” he said, his hand smoothing down my back, “that it’s a big ask, but I’ll do my best.”
I stepped back, got both hands around his head and pulled his face down, and gave him a kiss. “Then I’ll go get dressed and pack a bag, and I think you should bring your laptop, and we’ll go to your hotel and talk it all out and write it down so we both remember.”
“Thought you didn’t sign agreements.” He was still trying to look severe, but it wasn’t working.
I smiled at him, and he didn’t smile in return, but the dark eyes looking back at me were so warm, it was as if he had. I told him, “I don’t sign the kind you put in front of me. I definitely sign the kind I work out with you. Because the truth is, I get so distracted when I’m with you, I can forget what you said. That’s what happened last night. And if I’m in a hotel room with you, that could happen again. There’s that one way you do overwhelm me and take me over, and in case I haven’t mentioned it—I love that, and I want it. But it makes me know that I’ll need a record.”
“Ah.” It was a sigh, and his hand had gone all the way down to my bottom now, was rubbing over it, and squeezing some, too. “I’m going to have an exception clause in there, so you know. Into that not telling you what to do bit.”
“Mm.” I pulled his sleeve up and nuzzled his heavy, tattooed bicep. “I love that exception. What was that you said? You’re driving, and I’m drawing the line.”
“That’s how it works,” he agreed.
“But sex isn’t real life.”
“Real enough for me.” He gave me a hard slap on the bottom, smiled when I jumped, and said, “Go get dressed, or I’ll be making that exception right now, and wouldn’t that be embarrassing. That’s another reason we need the room. If I’m going to cede this much territory, you’re going to give me privileges in the rest of it. Call it compensatory damages.”
When I went outside with Hemi fifteen minutes later, the guilt hit me hard. A cold, driving rain had blown in from the sea, soaking me instantly, and we’d left Karen and Hemi’s Koro out here.
“Oh, no,” I said, pulling my hood up over my head. “Where are they?”
Hemi had hold of my hand and was pulling me through the rain across the driveway. He shoved a door open, and there Karen and Koro were. In the shed, which was chilly, shadowy, and neat as a pin.
Koro looked up from where he was crouched, apparently taking a lawnmower apart, by the looks of things. “Get it sorted, did you?” he asked.
“No,” Hemi said. “But we’re going to.”
“But we need to let you back in the house now,” I hurried to say. “I’m so sorry. Kicking you out of your own house. I didn’t even hear the rain.”
“No worries,” Koro said. “Karen doesn’t melt, and neither do I. Anyway, I needed to do this, and she’s helping me.”
“Well, not exactly,” Karen piped up from beside him. She was sitting on a box with her arms drawn around her thin knees. “You know, Hope, I never realized it, but we’re completely helpless. I don’t know how to fix anything. I don’t even know how to use any tools. I don’t know how to grow plants, or collect eggs from chickens, or catch fish, or anything, and you don’t, either. If our plane went down on a desert island, we’d die. I’m just saying.”
“Reckon you’d better have Hemi with you, then,” Koro said, a twitch at the corner of his mouth belying his serious expression. “He knows how to do all that.”
“Or I’d better teach you,” Hemi said. “In case you need to use tools or catch fish. You’re right. Everyone should know all that, though I’m not sure the chickens are strictly necessary. He kai kei aku ringa, eh, Koro.”
“What does that mean?” Karen asked.
Hemi said, “There is food at the end of my hands. Meaning that if you’re willing to work, you can feed yourself, and your family as well. Reckon I’d better show you how to do that, in case of that desert island.”
“Seriously?” Karen said. “What all do you know?”
He shrugged. “The usual. Basic repairs. Growing veggies. Fishing with a rod and reel. Spear fishing. Can you swim?’
Karen sighed. “No. Hope can’t, either. See? We’d totally die. We wouldn’t even make it to land.”
“Maybe we’d be wearing life jackets,” I suggested. Wait. Why were we talking about this?
Koro eyed the bags in Hemi’s hand as if he’d had the same thought. “Going somewhere?”
“Yeh,” Hemi said, sobering. “Hope and I have some talking to do, and I can’t keep you in the shed all day. I thought we’d leave Karen with you tonight, and then tomorrow, if Hope’s satisfied, I’ll take the two of them to Auckland for the day.” He looked at Karen. “We won’t be able to teach you to swim just yet. We’ll have to leave that for later. But depending how well I go with the rest of this, we’ll be able to buy you the best dress you’ve ever had.”
“Cool,” Karen said. “If we get something that isn’t lame, I can wear it to prom in a couple years, if I go.”
Hemi said, “First, it won’t be lame. You seem to forget that I’ve made a dollar or two dressing women. And second, you won’t be wearing it to prom, because it’ll be two years old and out of style. I’ll be designing something specially for you.”
Karen was sitting up straight. “Seriously? You’d do that?”
“Unfair,” I muttered. “Totally and completely unfair.”