“I got a call today too.”
His expression shifted slightly.
“The Institute,” she said. “They offered me an Artist in Residence position.”
Silence followed.
They stared at each other in disbelief.
What were the odds.
“That’s huge,” he said.
“It is.”
“And?”
Her eyes dropped briefly before returning to his.
“It’s also complicated.”
A faint, almost ironic smile passed between them. And then, they guffawed simultaneously,which turned into an uncontrolled chuckle, and exploded into belly laughter.
Their eyes teared and overflowed as they held their stomachs, caught their breath, and let loose again. They didn’t rush for answers. They were overwhelmed at the absurdity of the situation.
Who would’ve thought that opportunity would come knocking for them both at the most inconvenient time of their relationship.
There was no simple answer, no simple response.
They both inhaled and exhaled deeply multiple times to control themselves.
Brew was the first to talk.
“What were the chances of that happening?”
“Beats me but it did.”
He drew Randi into his arms and kissed her tenderly.
“You’ve worked for this, honey. You should say yes.”
She studied him carefully.
“So should you. You can be close to your family and the clinic. Think of the good you can do for those on the rez.”
“Babe, we’re already accomplishing that.”
“But you need to expand, right? And to be back with your family. Your parents aren’t getting any younger.”
“So, what happens if I move, with us?”
The question lingered honest and unavoidable.
“We won’t know until we try.”
Brew leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees as he looked at her.
“I don’t think I can walk away from you babe, like that. We’ve come so far in our relationship. It’s working.”
