Chapter 6 - THE GIRL WHO REFUSED MY CAR
Dating Tessa was humiliating.
Mostly for me.
On our third date, my driver pulled up.
She stared at the car.
“No.”
“What?”
“We're taking the train.”
“Why?”
“Because I take the train.”
“I own cars.”
“Congratulations.”
It was January.
I had not ridden the CTA socially in fifteen years.
Daniel laughed for two full minutes when I told him.
At the platform, Tessa looked at my coat.
“You look nervous.”
“I am surrounded by unpredictable civilians.”
“You own restaurants full of civilians.”
“They remain seated.”
She laughed.
I loved that sound far too quickly.
But nothing about us moved quickly.
She had rules.
I respected them.
No gifts worth more than what she could reasonably buy me.
No tuition.
No jobs for Noah.
No special treatment at Lakeview.
No using security to track her unless there was an actual documented threat.
That one hurt my instincts.
I agreed.
My rule?
One.
“If you need help, asking does not mean you failed.”
She considered.
“Fine.”
Neither of us followed our rules perfectly.
I bought her a $900 coat.
She returned it.
I sulked.
She bought me a twenty-dollar scarf from Target.
I wore it to a board meeting.
My uncle nearly died.
Worth it.
Tessa struggled too.
When her car finally died completely, she spent three hours trying to arrange buses around work and school before telling me.
“You could have called.”
“I handled it.”
“You missed class.”
“I handled it badly.”
Exactly.
Eventually she bought a used Honda herself.
I was permitted to inspect it after purchase.
Barely.
Noah approved of me before Tessa admitted she loved me.
Mason took longer.
Not emotionally.
Strategically.
At ten, he asked:
“If you marry Tessa, do we get your house?”
Tessa nearly choked.
“No.”
I smiled.
“Excellent negotiation opening.”
Mason continued.
“Pool?”
“You may use the pool.”
“Gaming room?”
“No gaming room.”
“You're not that rich.”
Tessa laughed until she cried.
The boys never moved into my estate while Tessa and I were dating.
That decision surprised people.
It was intentional.
Their home had finally become stable.
Warm.
Repaired.
Their neighborhood.
Their friends.
I would not teach them that happiness meant escaping into a mansion.
I spent time in their apartment.
My knees hated the sofa.
Mason beat me at video games.
Noah asked uncomfortable questions.
“Did you ever actually do mafia stuff?”
Tessa nearly dropped a plate.
“Noah.”
“What?”
I looked at him.
“My family was involved in things I am not proud of.”
“Were you?”
“Yes.”
Silence.
He did not expect that.
“Like what?”
“Things not appropriate for a fourteen-year-old.”
“I'm fifteen.”
“Still.”
He frowned.
“Are you still?”
“No.”
“Why?”
I thought of Elena Cole’s letters.
His mother's letters.
Tessa’s bag.
“Because I stopped believing fear was respect.”
Noah nodded.
“Okay.”
Children sometimes accept complicated truth more easily than adults accept polished lies.
Meanwhile, Tessa finished her accounting degree.
It took three years.
Work.
Classes.
Brothers.
Life.
She graduated at twenty-nine.
I sat beside Noah and Mason.
When her name was called, the boys screamed louder than anyone.
I did not.
Because Tessa had threatened me.
Afterward, I gave her a gift.
A fountain pen.
Forty dollars.
She checked.
“You looked up the price?”
“Yes.”
“This relationship is oppressive.”
“Good.”
She smiled.
Then cried.
“What?”
“My mom should be here.”
I held her.
No speeches.
No telling her Evelyn would be proud.
Maybe she would.
Maybe that wasn't mine to say.
We visited Evelyn’s grave the next day.
Tessa placed her graduation tassel beneath the flowers.
Then whispered something I did not hear.
I stayed back.
Some conversations did not belong to me.
She later accepted a job at a nonprofit housing-accountability organization.
Not mine.
She became financial compliance manager.
Her job involved reviewing landlords.
She found this hilarious.
“So you inspect people like me?”
“Mostly people worse than you.”
“Comforting.”
“Low bar.”
Our relationship became serious.
Then complicated.
Because I proposed badly.
Not romantically badly.
Conceptually badly.
I had dinner arranged at my estate.
Flowers.
Music.
A ring.
Tessa walked in, saw everything, and immediately knew.
“No.”
I froze.
I had not even asked.
“What?”
“No.”
“Tessa.”
“You were going to ask me to move here too.”
I had been.
She knew me too well.
“What is wrong with moving here?”
“Nothing.”
“Then?”
She sat.
“Where do Noah and Mason fit?”
“Here.”
“Bedrooms?”
“Of course.”
“School?”
“We can find the best—”
She held up a hand.
There it was.
My mistake.
Best.
I had automatically defined best as what money could upgrade.
Tessa’s eyes filled.
“Noah is a junior.”
“Mason has friends.”
“Lakeview finally feels like home.”
“And the second our lives become inconvenient to yours, your solution is to relocate everyone into your world.”
I slowly sat.
“You're right.”
Her anger faltered.
“I had a whole argument ready.”
“Sorry.”
“Stop being emotionally competent.”
“No.”
She laughed through tears.
I removed the ring from my pocket.
Her eyes widened.
“I did buy this.”
“Zo.”
“I am not asking tonight.”
“Good.”
“I want you to know I was going to.”
She looked at it.
Simple oval diamond.
Beautiful.
Not absurd.
I had learned some things.
“What now?”
she asked.
“We figure out what marriage would actually look like.”
“Together?”
“Yes.”
“No automatic mansion?”
“No.”
She smiled.
“Okay.”
Six months later, we rented a townhouse halfway between Lakeview and my estate.
I owned neither.
That mattered.
Tessa kept the boys in their schools.
I kept my estate.
We moved between.
It was inconvenient.
Good.
Love did not always need efficiency.
A year after my failed proposal, I tried again.
No orchestra.
No dining room.
We were in the Lakeview community room after Noah’s high-school graduation party.
Folding chairs everywhere.
Mason asleep on a table.
Tessa picking up paper cups.
I knelt.
She turned.
“Oh, come on.”
“Better location?”
She laughed.
“Much.”
“Tessa Cole, will you marry me?”
She looked around the room named for her mother.
Then at the man who once accused her of stealing food.
“Yes.”
I stood.
She kissed me.
Then Noah shouted from the hallway:
“Finally!”
Mason woke up.
“What happened?”
Noah said:
“We're getting a pool.”
Tessa threw a paper cup at him.
Family.
Messy.
Loud.
May you like
No marble required.
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