“Because I have my own hot bod at home. As do you,” Jessa mumbles while still chewing.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’d never trade Trey. But Ryland Davis is gorgeous like a cover model. Like he’d wine and dine you and then pull your hair while in the bedroom,” Kailey continues, and I can barely contain my laughter.

“Um … I think you’re reading too many books,” Sadie says, joining me in the humor.

“Read? I never have time to read.” Kailey raises her shoulders and lets them fall. “Let’s remember, ladies, this is girl talk. Nothing leaves the table,” she reminds them with a pointed finger, and the two of them hold up three fingers. Then all of their heads turn my way, and I quickly mimic, although, whom would I tell?

“So, he’s not going to replace you?” Sadie directs her question to Jessa.

“Man, I wish I had the time. I’d be your replacement,” Kailey jokes and continues eating.

“I’m not sure, but yesterday he told me that he put some ads out finally. Come on, like a week before this baby is gonna pop.” Jessa points to her belly.

“Oh … Chrissy!” Sadie exclaims. Her head swiveling between Jessa and me at warp speed. “Chrissy’s looking for a job,” she tells Jessa.

“Really?” Jessa asks me, and I nod my head.

“I am, but I have no experience at an art gallery,” I divulge truthfully.

“It’s okay. I’ll totally train you. The problem is, it’s only a fill in while I’m on leave.” She bites her lip, thinking I might not be interested.

“That’s okay, anything is good right now.” Kailey and Sadie nod their heads in agreement.

“Well, his studio is just a few blocks down. Let’s go after lunch and see what he says.” Jessa takes out her phone and starts texting, Mr. Davis, I assume.

“Okay,” I say softly, taking a deep breath. Luckily, our food arrives, and the conversation turns back to boys, babies, and life in general. The three girls don’t pry into my life, which I appreciate. When Sadie first brought the lunch up, I thought I’d be in the middle of an inquisition right about now. Visions of me tied up in a chair with a spotlight above me and the three of them in the dark, hammering questions filled my thoughts before I fell asleep last night.

We all eat our meals, and I’m actually surprised how much I enjoy my burrito. Outside the restaurant, Kailey is down in the dumps because she can’t join us to go to the gallery because the kids have swim lessons. “I can’t believe I have to miss seeing Mr. Hot Pants. Not that I’m not going to see an equally hot male specimen.”

The girls laugh, as do I. “You come up with the worst nicknames,” Jessa teases her, and Kailey narrows her eyes in amusement.

“No wonder you and Trey are best friends. You’re both mean.” She crosses her arms and Jessa rushes over as fast as she can waddle, giving her a great big hug.

“It’s cute. I swear,” she tells her, and Kailey hugs her.

“Whatever. I want a phone call as soon as you start leaking,” Kailey instructs, and then makes her way to Sadie. “Keep an eye on the boys for us,” she jokes. Lastly, she reaches me. “If you need anything, Chrissy, just give us a call.”

“Thank you, I will,” I say, even though I won’t.

Waving goodbye to Kailey, we turn around, allowing Jessa to lead the way down the sidewalk. I’m in awe of her confidence as she marches right into the stark white building, directly to Mr. Davis himself.

He’s bent over, digging through a box when he hears us walk in. Standing up, he turns around, and I may have stopped walking, breathing, and thinking in that one moment. His dark brown eyes float from Jessa to Sadie to me, lingering a little longer on me. Probably since he’s never seen me before. I assume Sadie comes in quite often.

“Hey, Ryland,” Jessa greets him, and Sadie and I stand at her side, waiting for her to initiate the conversation.

“Hi, Jessa. Hi, Sadie.” He stops and stares at me, waiting for an introduction.

Jessa moves over and squeezes between Sadie and myself. “This is Chrissy. She’s new in town.” She places her hand on my back, and my hand instantly flies out in front of me.

“Does Chrissy have a last name?” Ryland asks, staring directly to me.

“Dawson,” I answer. “Christine Dawson.”

“Nice to meet you, Christine,” he says, shaking my hand. “Ryland Davis.” “Where did you move here from?” I swear Jessa and Sadie lean forward a bit to hear my answer.

“Not far, Akron,” I reveal, and when I look to the girls, they share a look with one another. Where did they think I was from?

“Not far at all. I may open a gallery there in a year or so. I’m waiting to see if the downtown area really does turn around like they say it’s going to.” He’s very open and friendly.

“So, Ryland. I’m thinking maybe Chrissy can fill in for me while on maternity leave,” Jessa suggests directly. Arching his eyebrows, his eyes shoot to her and then back to me.

“Do you have any experience?” he asks me, and I bite the inside of my cheek, thinking maybe I should just lie.

“Honestly, not much. But, I’m a hard worker, and Jessa said she can probably train me.” There’s no way I would be able to start this job with a lie.

“Hmm … Jessa may I have a word with you?” he asks her and instead of waiting for an answer, he departs into the back.

Jessa gives me a thumbs up and then follows Ryland down the hall. Sadie steps up next to me and squeezes my arm. “I’m sure you’re going to get it,” she encourages me. I nod and decide to take the time to browse the pictures hanging on the wall.

I’m shocked I didn’t notice these immediately when I walked in, because when my eyes land on the picture closest to us, tears practically fall from my eyes. Not that I’m a huge art person, but it shows so much love between the colors and lines. It’s a drawing of man holding a woman in his arms. She’s upset and crying. It’s the man’s expression that’s bringing so much to the surface for me. A variety of emotions from confusion to love crosses his face. That he’s holding his one true treasure, but he has no idea how to fix whatever is wrong.

“Do you like it?” Ryland’s voice interrupts my studying of the painting.

“I do.” Trying to hide my tears, I swipe my eyes and squint at the name. “Unfixable,” I whisper, and I wonder why he’s labeled it that.

“If you like my work, you’re hired,” he says, and I can barely contain my excitement bubbling inside. When I turn around, Jessa and Sadie are both giving me two big thumbs up. My eyes divert to Ryland’s hand in front of me. Quickly placing mine in his, I shake it.

“Thank you so much,” I tell him, and he nods.

“I’ll see you at nine o’clock tomorrow. Jessa will train you until she has,” he looks over to her and then her belly, “her baby,” he finishes and then turns around to walk down the hall.

“Okay, I’ll see you then,” I call out but Jessa grabs my hands, and I jump up and down. “Thank you, Jessa. You’ve made my day!”

“I’m happy to do it. Just remember in three months, you’ll be kicked to the curb,” she kids, although serious.

“I will.” Then I look at Sadie. “I’ll be out of your house in no time.”

“No you won’t. Stay the three months, save your money, and then we’ll go from there.” She smiles and then hugs me. “Now let’s get Jessa home before Grant calls in S.W.A.T.” She swiftly puts her one arm through mine and her other through Jessa’s.

Finally, things have taken a turn for the better. If I can work here, save some money, then I’ll be able to put my plan in motion. Leaving Akron far behind and living the life I want. The life I deserve.

I’M IN THE basement, tuning my bass, replacing the strings, when a bountiful amount of energy bounces down the stairs.