The Original Sinners: The Red Years. Tiffany Reisz

will. This is a story of two people who leave each other against their will. It starts to end the minute they meet.”

      “Why does it end? You seem like an optimist to me, but the end is heartrending. The last thing she wants to do is leave him, and yet in the end she goes.”

      Nora left her chair and went to the kitchen cabinet by the refrigerator.

      “I’m no optimist,” she said as she opened the cabinet door. “I’m just a realist who smiles too much. And the reason William and Caroline don’t stay together is that while he really is in the lifestyle, she’s not. She’s only in the relationship for him. It’s their sexuality that’s the problem, not the love. It’s like a gay man being married to a straight woman. No matter how much he loves her, it’s a sacrifice every moment they’re together. The sex is secondary to the sacrifice.”

      “A very close second, I notice.”

      Nora laughed. She closed the cabinet door and knelt on the floor. She opened the bottom door and gave a victorious laugh.

      “Found them.” She pulled out a bag of marshmallows. “I have to hide the sugar from Wes.”

      “Has a sweet tooth, does he?”

      “He has type 1 diabetes. And a sweet tooth. Bad combination. He’s usually really good about what he eats, but I catch him staring pretty longingly when I have cocoa and marshmallows.”

      Zach wondered if it was actually the sugar Wesley had been staring at and not Nora. He couldn’t take his own eyes off this woman. She’d been captivating in her signature red Monday night. And now in casual clothes she looked casually stunning. He watched her as she rolled back onto her toes and rose straight up off the floor with the well-trained grace of a geisha. He marveled at her offhand display of almost balletic agility while she leaned over the table and dropped a handful of marshmallows into his cocoa and hers.

      “Zach, don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re even more ridiculously handsome when you look happy,” she said, dropping back into her chair and popping a marshmallow into her mouth. “You aren’t, by any chance, enjoying working with me? The London Fog isn’t lifting, is it?”

      Zach took a sip of his cocoa to cover his embarrassment. He was used to women hitting on him but never before had any woman been so shamelessly forward with him.

      “As this is the first time we’ve actually sat down and worked on your book together,” Zach said and coughed uncomfortably, “I think a verdict on my meteorological conditions would be premature.”

      “What’s the verdict on the book then?”

      “The verdict is…you might actually pull this off. But not without some major revisions. Keep the letters at the beginning and end. But I want the body of the book in third, not first, person.”

      Nora looked down at her notes. She picked up her pen and wrote something on a sheet of paper. She looked at it a moment before sliding it across the table.

      The first time William saw Caroline was on Ash Wednesday. She still had the ashes on her forehead.

      “Like that, Zach?”

      Zach read and nodded his approval. “Perfect. That’s exactly what I want. Now rewrite the entire book like that.”

      “Yes, sir,” she said and saluted. “What else? Since you’re being nice to me, I have the feeling you’re about to hit me with some more changes, yes?”

      Zach grimaced, unnerved by how well this near stranger could read him.

      “Just some minor ones—have you considered going a more mainstream route with your characters?”

      “I like virgins, perverts and whores,” Nora said without apology. “I couldn’t care less about the people who just fuck for fun on weekends.”

      “The sex shouldn’t be the story, Nora.”

      “The sex isn’t the story, Zachary. The sacrifice is. Caroline is actually vanilla, not kink. So she sacrifices who she really is to be with the man she loves—she sacrifices the good for the better.”

      “But they end it, yes?”

      “That’s the point of the book—sacrifice can only get you so far. William and Caroline are just too different to make it work. And although two people can love each other deeply, sometimes love alone doesn’t cut it. We can only sacrifice so much of ourselves in a relationship before there’s nothing left to love or be loved.”

      Zach’s stomach clenched. Even now he ached for Grace with an impotent fury. Zach could only raise his cup of cocoa.

      “I’ll drink to that.”

      He and Nora clinked their tea mugs together in a mock toast. Across the table their eyes met, and Zach could see the ghost of his pain reflected in hers.

      Zach’s next question was cut off by Wesley’s sudden entrance in the kitchen.

      “Hey, you,” Nora said to Wesley. “What’s up?”

      “I’m not here,” Wesley said. “Keep working. I just need my coffee mug.” Wesley threw open the cabinets and took an aluminum travel mug from a shelf.

      “Where are you going?” Nora asked.

      “Study group at Josh’s. I’m helping him with calculus, and he’s giving me his history notes.”

      “What are you majoring in, Wesley?” Zach asked politely, trying not to show how unnerving he found Nora’s relationship with her young intern—unnerving and familiar.

      “Biochem. I’m premed.”

      “That’s wonderful. Your parents must be very pleased.” Zach winced internally at how old he sounded.

      “Not really.” Wesley shrugged. “My whole family has worked with horses for generations. They want me to come home and stay in the business. If I have to do medicine, at least it could be equine medicine.” He poured a mugful of coffee and screwed the lid on tightly. “I have this conversation with them every week.”

      “I think he should just let me talk to them.” Nora batted her eyelashes at Wesley.

      “You,” Wesley said, pointing his finger at her, “don’t exist. So don’t even think about it.”

      Nora responded by wrinkling her nose at him in mock disgust.

      “What?” Zach said. “Your parents don’t know you and Nora are living together?”

      A faint blush suffused Wesley’s face. “There’s a lot they don’t know. They were going to pull me out of school and send me to the state school down there. It was money reasons, the usual, and Nora offered to let me live with her and work for my room and board. They just know I got a job to cover it and a place off-campus. They don’t know what I’m doing.”

      “How did you two meet?”

      “School,” Nora answered for Wesley. “His school was obviously a little desperate—they asked me to be their writer-in-residence that semester. Wes was in my class.”

      “You were her student?” Zach asked, his hands going cold even as he said the words.

      “The class met at one.” Wesley smiled at Nora. “I needed to meet my Humanities requirement, and I would have taken anything that let me sleep late on Tuesdays and Thursdays.”

      “I’m very flattered.” Nora stuck her tongue out at him.

      “I’m very leaving. Later,” Wesley said. He reached for Nora’s mug and she slapped his hand.

      “What are your numbers?” she demanded.

      “One-seventeen. I can have a sip,” Wesley protested.

      “Not on my watch. Drink your coffee black, and keep your hands off my cocoa.”

      Wesley