Painting the house –or rather the bedrooms– was the idea Julie had come up with to forget about the secret encounters that used to occur with Henry in their childhood house.
Seeing as it was relatively big, she needed help. And who better to call than Jack and Jessie?
With Jessie being a full-time nurse, she said she couldn’t make it although she would have loved to give her a hand. Jack, however, being a freelance translator, didn’t mind squeezing some time into the task.
They were at it –painting the last bedroom– laughing together merrily, when Jack asked the dreaded question, “Are you in a relationship, Julie?”
“No, sadly enough, I’m not,” she told him on a sigh, stopping her hand mid-air.
“You should be,” he told her in a whisper as he looked into her eyes pointedly.
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