“You done?”
I give him a nod, and he helps me off the ice and over to a bench. When we sit down, he pulls my feet onto his lap and starts to untie the laces on my skates. Slipping them off my feet, he runs his thumbs firmly up the arch of my foot, kneading along the way before repeating the same on my other foot. I watch him as he does this, and he never pulls his attention away from my eyes. The adoration he exudes is palpable, and it’s a shame that it’s wasted on someone like me, but I’ll take it and use it to my benefit.
We get our shoes on and thank Walter before we rush back towards my building. Walking over to his car, he pulls his keys out and opens the passenger door.
“Get in.”
“Where are we going?”
“It’s my one day for you to trust me,” he says. “Get in.”
I move past him and slip down into the leather seat of his Mercedes before he closes the door. When he gets in, he starts the car and pulls out onto the scarce streets of the city. I keep quiet during the drive as we head north on Michigan Avenue towards River North. Looking over at him, he turns his head to me, questioning, “What?”
“Are you taking me to your place?”
He shoots me a wink, and when I open my mouth to speak, he shuts me down, reminding, “One day, Nina.”
Turning into the building’s garage on Superior, we head inside and onto the elevator. He slips a key into the punch pad before hitting P.
“You nervous about being here?” he asks as we ascend to the top floor.
“Should I be?”
Stepping over to me, he takes my hand as the doors slide open, and we step off the elevator and into an impressive living space. He has the whole top floor to himself, and as I look across the massive living room with multiple bucket accents in the vaulted ceiling, I note the architectural detailing of the modern design. Near solid glass walls that look out over the city, and against the far wall, an enormous Archlinea chef’s kitchen.
Noticing the stainless steel staircase, I ask, “What’s up there?”
“A private rooftop deck.”
“This place is amazing,” I say as I step further into the loft. For as impressive and spacious as it is, it’s warm and comfortable, a feeling I appreciate because it’s so far from how my place feels.
“Coffee?” he asks.
“Please.” Taking off my coat and scarf, I lay my things on one of the couches and walk over to the couch that’s closest to the large walk-in fireplace.
Declan soon joins me, handing me a mug and then turning the fireplace on before sitting next to me.
“How long have you lived here?”
“Since I moved to Chicago around two years ago.”
“It’s a big place for just one person.”
“Says the woman who lives in the penthouse of The Legacy,” he remarks with a smirk, and I laugh.
“That was my husband’s place since before I met him,” I defend.
“You like it there?”
“I’ve grown to,” I answer. “It’s only me there most of the time with Bennett working and traveling so much.”
He doesn’t respond as he takes a sip of his coffee and then sets it down on the end table. Turning to me, he says, “I want to know about you.”
“What do you wanna know?”
“What did you study in college? Did you work before you married? I want to know who you are aside from his wife,” he says as he angles his body to face me.
I cradle the mug in my hands, drawing in the heat, and answer, “I was studying Art History at the University of Kansas when my parents died during my third year.”
“How did they die?” he asks. He doesn’t respond the way most people do when you mention death. He never says I’m sorry, apologizing for something he had nothing to do with, and I appreciate that, even though I’m feeding him lies.
“Tornado came through and landed on top of the house I grew up in. They were found under the rubble a few days after,” I tell him. “I was an only child, so when I found out they had been pulling loans and a second mortgage on the house to pay my college tuition, there was no money. I had to drop my enrollment for the next semester and never went back.”
“What did you do?”
Bringing my legs up and folding them in front of me, I respond, “I was all alone, so I did what I had to do to get by. I worked various jobs to barely meet my rent and pay my bills.”
“So how did you wind up here in Chicago?” he asks.