Sublime

she had a sane and practiced eye for the half-concealed disasters that constitute a life. A

It was like he was trapped in a bubble around Thom, forced to watch him dazzle and distract the rest of the world, while Clay saw his true self—a hollow, manufactured jerk. Who he had to kiss.

toward the provisions. Gus’s dimple deepened. His hand skimmed

undaunted. But at his layover in Paris he meets his match: a surprise

Living on the surface of a planet, mass sucking at every bone and muscle, and nothing but gravity to keep your air close, seemed like a fast path to crazy. The blue was nice, though.

What an epic force he must have seemed to her, taking shape in her kitchen this way, a parent, a father with all the grist of years on him, the whole dense history of associations and connections, come to remind her who she was, to remove her disguise, grab hold of her maundering life for a time, without warning.

“Ooh. Ooh, so you really didn’t know. Oh shoot, oopsie-woopsie, bad on me. Well, she’s going to talk to you in the next few days about showing the apartment to realtors and the hours for open houses and all that good stuff. Unless you’re planning to make an offer! I know you’ve been there for ages! It is just you, right? Sometimes I can’t tell how