The next few weeks, I take it easy—at least, as much as I can stand to. On my short days in school, I shop at the local thrift stores and go online, looking for any artwork or other decorations that might go well with the décor. I find some great lanterns from a guy on Craigslist who lives in Madison and is closing out a restaurant he owns in Milwaukee, so one Saturday, I take a trip there. In my neighborhood, there’s a rug shop that does a great deal of importing. I go there and find a couple of throw pieces, and they hook me up with a couple of their contacts who have access to exotic fabric that I think I can use for custom window coverings.

Originally, I wanted to go with an upbeat, funky look, but Randy still prefers something more sleek and contemporary. Where I want to use a blend of reds and purples and yellows and blacks and whites, he just wants the theme to be more black and white. One day, while the contractors are working on site, we get into it.

“The place is going to look like a fucking candy store, Gina,” he yells so loudly that everyone practically stops working. It’s the first time I’ve heard him swear in a long time, so I’m taken aback. “And I’m not cooking in a candy store.”

I try to calm his nerves by showing him some pictures online of what I have in mind.

“Here, something like this.” I give him my iPad.

He huffs a few times. “Well, I guess that isn’t so bad. But look here…”

He punches up a couple of his own ideas. “I was thinking something more like this.”

I study it. He has good taste—I’ll have to admit that.

We shuffle through a few more images and come to an agreement of what we can both accept. Instead of covering the gorgeous natural light-tan river stone on the walls, we’ll keep it exposed and add accent lights with a few nice pieces of art. The dining room will have oak or walnut-colored tables, and the lanterns I found in Wisconsin will work as candleholders, which we’ll use as centerpieces.

“How about we take the more decadent colors you like and work them in as accent pieces? Like a red-and-purple pillow for the brown couch over here, and perhaps even some artwork in those colors over there?”

I agree, but in exchange, he tells me that I will have to approve some new kitchen equipment.

“Deal.” We shake on it, which isn’t all that hard for me because I wanted the new equipment anyway.

Finally, it’s a month and a half later. Everything’s coming together, and it looks great. The tables are on back order—argh—but the chairs are in. I’ve found several colorful contemporary-art pieces for the walls, and the beautiful Rajkumari curtains from Persia are installed and look fantastic over the coffee-stained windows. In fact, I like the curtains so much that I’ve bought a couple of other patterns to use at my house.

* * *

The next day, I look at my phone after I finish my class. There’s a text from Randy: “Call ASAP.”

I give him a call. “What’s up?”

“We’ve got a problem with the electrical, and I think you should come down here and check this out.”

I’ll tell him I’ll be right there and race across town as fast as possible. As soon as I pull into the parking lot, I see a truck for an electrical contractor. This can’t be good. We were supposed to be all done with electrical work. I walk in, and there’s no one in the front of the café, but I can hear some people chatting in the back. When I get to the kitchen, Randy, Jeremy, and an electrician are having a discussion. Randy has his hand on the back of his neck, and his expression is perplexed. He sees me when I come into the kitchen.

“What’s up?” I say.

His hand falls from his neck. “Take a look at this.”

He breaks away from the other two and leads me back to the electrical panel at the back of the building.

I pass Jeremy on the way there and catch him staring at me. I’m not comfortable with him here, but I figure I’ll tolerate him the best I can.

We get to the electrical panel, and Randy says, “It’s outdated.”

I look at him, confused. “I know.”

“The problem is that the new kitchen equipment requires us to replace some of the outlets, which are then incompatible with this old equipment here.”

“So what’s the electrician saying?”

“He’s saying that we need to replace this whole panel.”

I bite my lower lip. I’m looking at a pretty big panel. “And how much is that going to cost?”

“All told, about twenty-five grand.”

“Humph.” I stand and study the big metal box full of circuit breakers. It wasn’t the news I was looking for. We’re already over budget. There could be a workaround, but since we’re starting new, we might as well make all things new—even the electrical system. “Then let’s do it.”

“Good call,” Randy says.

We head back to the kitchen, and I’m somehow left alone with Jeremy as Randy goes off to check more of the electrical with the electrician.

“Well…” I say, looking toward the exit, wanting to escape the awkwardness.

“You know,” Jeremy says, “things have never been quite right with us since that night.”

“Agreed,” I say.

“Well, why don’t we have dinner or something and talk and try to smooth everything out?”

Is he kidding me? Does he not care that the father of my unborn child, who happens to be his cousin, was just standing right here?

Randy comes up out of nowhere to stand next to us. “I think it’s a great idea,” he says. “I’ve heard both of your versions of what happened between the two of you, and Jeremy, you were in the wrong. But now here we all are, and we have to figure out how to become better business partners for the sake of the restaurant.”

He’s right. I don’t want our restaurant to eventually fail because I can’t forgive Jeremy and set things straight.

I take a deep breath. “I’ll have a drink with you.”

Randy looks confused.

“But you’re pregnant,” Jeremy says. “How are you supposed to have a drink?”

I look at him. “Just because it doesn’t have alcohol doesn’t mean it still can’t be called a drink.”

Now he and Randy both look confused.

I spell it out for them both. “I’ll be having a tonic water.”

* * *

I meet Jeremy at Calhoun later in the day—it’s a bar and restaurant that’s just down the street from our location. Jeremy arrived before me, so as soon as I sit down at the crowded bar, the bartender serves me a nice tall glass of tonic water.

“Thanks,” I say.

The bartender, a college-aged guy with blond dreadlocks, nods. “Anytime.”

I take a sip of the cold liquid and set my eyes on Jeremy. “So here we are.”

He swirls in his seat to face me. “First off, I really wanted to apologize for going overboard with you. I shouldn’t have crossed that boundary when you made it abundantly clear that you didn’t want to.”

“Thanks, apology accepted.”

“You are beautiful, though.”

“Okay,” I roll my eyes and let out a long sigh. “Are you coming on to me again?”

He sets his drink on the table. “Nope,” he says, shaking his head. “Just acknowledging why I did it, which is not an excuse. I’m just…”

“Not used to being turned down,” I say.

He rubs the back of his neck. “I guess not.”

Slowly, I nod. It’s well within my rights to kick any guy in the balls when he crosses that boundary, especially in my house, but maybe I didn’t need to go so hard. “And I was maybe a bit rougher than I needed to be on that particular night. For that, I apologize.”

He looks with sincerity at me, picks up his drink, and holds it in the air. “Apology accepted.”

We toast.

“So what else besides the big renovation has been going on in your life?” he says.

I look down at my belly. Obviously…

He chuckles.

I update him on school and other regularities of my life—doctor’s visits, etcetera.

“Yeah, Randy mentioned that you were doing pretty well these days.”

“Yeah… he’s been helping out a lot.” I take a drink. I really don’t want to get into how I feel about Randy at the moment. It’s very confusing. Sometimes I feel as though if we decide to make a relationship work, then we could be pretty good lovers and parents. But then I remember he’s with Deanna, and I’ve never let myself hope to be with a man who’s in a relationship with another woman. No use in coveting what you can’t have, and if you seduce an involved man—well—karma’s a bitch.

“Cool. And what is your exact graduation date?” Jeremy asks.

“Next Friday.”

His face lights up. “Really? Where’s the party.” Then he looks at my belly and then shifts nervously in his chair. “I mean, I’m sure you’re having a get-together. Right?”

I shift in my chair too. “I’m not trying to make a big deal about it, you know,” I say, swirling my straw through my drink.

He leans forward, concerned. ”What do you mean?”

I sigh. “The last time I graduated, I had this big party, and then I made the decision to forsake my law degree and do something else…”

“Oh,” he says in a delicate tone.

“My accomplishment is personal this time, you know?”

“You haven’t even invited your parents?” he says.

“Nope.” I shake my head.

“What about Randy?”

“He doesn’t even know.”

Jeremy leans back. “I see.”

“Besides, it’s kind of awkward. He was living with that Deanna for a bit. I don’t even know anymore. So…”

“Yeah, Deanna is quite attractive… smart too. Way out of my league—which is clearly one of the problems I had with you.”

I chuckle but agree. “You’re a good-looking and rich guy. Plus, you’re humble enough to apologize for being a dick, so you’re more in the ‘league’ than you think.”

He laughs. “Thanks. Well…” He looks around the place. “I don’t know about you, but I’m getting pretty hungry. How about we have dinner after all?”

I hesitate, but his genuine smile lifts a tad bit higher. Plus, I’m starving too. I shrug indifferently. “Sure. Sounds good.”

We have a nice, cordial dinner, and Jeremy opens up more about Steve’s gambling addiction, which also includes whores and cocaine. He tells me that the family has done an intervention, and they are hoping he’s going to be okay.