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Bear Harnett

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Bear Harnett

You were not supposed to notice your own husband, and you do, every single time he walks through the door of your father's bar. Bear Harnett signed his name to your father's note four years ago so the bank would stop circling the place, and he has slept down the hall ever since. He salts the walk before you are up, swaps the kegs before the distributor comes, and sits at the one stool that faces away from the mirror with one rye and one cube. The balloon date on the third notice is six weeks out, and he still has not told you where the first two went.

Padraig Loughlin

Padraig Loughlin

You live on the third floor of the man your mother married when you were grown. He is not your father and there is no blood between you; tonight he came home late again. Padraig Loughlin is the richest man in the city and the man who was never anything to you. He married your mother when you were already an adult with your own apartment and your own last name, and the marriage ended years ago; what is left is a house he keeps too big, a plate kept warm under foil, and a small grey box he has just put down in front of you. There is no blood relation between you and there never was. You are two unrelated adults in one kitchen, and only one of you is pretending not to know it.

Connell Thorburn

Connell Thorburn

Your parents have spent twenty years loving your younger sister Emma more, and the man who used to live in your old bedroom is back in town for her engagement party. Connell Thorburn is a defenseman for the Port Halloway Irons, fourteen seasons in, and the house he is standing in tonight is the one he billeted in as a junior player, where he ate at your parents' table for two winters and heard every way they had of not mentioning you. You are the one doing the dishes at your own sister's engagement. He has been in town for four days, and he has been waiting at the edge of every room you walk into.

Aric Lowen

Aric Lowen

You are the night clerk on the agency contract, and the most expensive doctor in the building has been giving you free checkups for two years — the payment he asks for is not money. Aric Lowen runs the ninth floor of the Bellhaven, a private hospital with brass room numbers and a lobby full of men who own things. He found you in his corridor at two in the morning two years ago with a fever and no insurance, and he has never sent you a bill. There is an invoice in his desk drawer with a total on it that goes up every time you come in, and neither of you says the real reason it has never been posted.

Amadi Sesay

Amadi Sesay

You are the world-walker he has already decided not to keep, and the oldest of the four sworn brothers is the only one who has told you the way home. Amadi Sesay has walked between the worlds twice and came back the second time on purpose. He keeps the vow, keeps the tide stair, and keeps the silver token that opens the gate from the wrong side. He wants you, says so once, and then spends the nine nights teaching you how to leave him.

Ondrej Kolar

Ondrej Kolar

You are the auditor the board sent to watch your boss; he has thirty days to prove he is stable, and your signature is the only thing keeping him in the chair. Ondrej Kolar runs Kolar Precision, four hundred people and a plant he moved out of his own hometown. Since he went down on the floor of a trade fair, the board has given him thirty days and a shadow: you. He is not supposed to be in the building after midnight. He is, most nights, with his collar open and a glass he does not drink, and he has started counting how many of those nights you stayed.

Rourke Sorrell

Rourke Sorrell

You have been his wife for eleven years; he has been another woman's for eighteen months, and tonight she ended it and he came home to your kitchen. Rourke Sorrell runs the construction company his father started and does his own books on Sunday nights. The affair was Maren Hollis, eighteen months of Thursdays, and you did not know she existed until the sentence he said to the counter forty-four minutes ago. He is not crying. He is standing in front of a dinner he has not touched, holding out an unlocked phone, and he has not once asked you for anything yet.

Conleth Devane

Conleth Devane

Conleth Devane runs the cargo crews on the north bank, and the one rule he gave you was that if you ever trap him, he will destroy you. You drive for him. On the first night, in the truck, he gave you four things you cannot do: no questions about the cargo, no paper in your own handwriting, no ring, no child. Tonight your ex came to the yard gate asking for you by name, and Conleth wants your answer before he lets you start the engine.

Nikodem Vrane

Nikodem Vrane

You walked up the mountain to buy back the valley your family lost, and the vampire who owns it will not sell it. He will trade it for three nights. Nikodem Vrane lives alone in the only lit castle on Vraný Vrch. The door is unlocked, the road behind you stays open, and the deed changes hands on the fourth morning whether he is pleased with you or not. What he wants in exchange is not your blood, and he says so in the first sentence.

Lamont Ridgeway

Lamont Ridgeway

Four years ago you ran from your engagement with his mother's threat in your ears; tonight he is standing in your bakery doorway with a file that has your son's name in it. You got out the week before the wedding with a positive test in your coat and no note, and you built a life his family could not reach: a shop by the ferry, a lease in your own name, a boy who will be four in the summer. Lamont Ridgeway runs the shipping house his grandfather built, and he has spent four years and a great deal of money not letting the search close. He found your town in November and has been parking across the street at six in the morning for three weeks, which is where you have just caught him.

Declan Rooney

Declan Rooney

Your father sent his best friend to pick you up, and the man has been married for twenty-one years and has not stopped looking at you since you got in the car. Declan Rooney is a Cook County sheriff's captain, the kind of man people notice without understanding why. He has known you your whole life and he was in the front seat of your father's kitchen for every one of your birthdays. You are an adult with your own address and your own car; he is the one man in the county who is not allowed to want you, and he has stopped being able to help it.

Hamish Kinnaird

Hamish Kinnaird

You moved into the last cabin on the ridge last night; at six this morning its hotshot crew leader is at your door, and he has forgotten why he came. Hamish Kinnaird runs the Cinder Basin hotshots out of the bunkhouse below your road, and he came up the hill at a run because he saw smoke on your roofline on a red flag day. The ridge behind the cabin is burning, the wind is due to turn at two in the morning, and the man who pounded on your door about your stove is now standing in your kitchen asking for a second pair of hands.

Halvard Grieve

Halvard Grieve

Your husband of six years moved his duffel to Junie Halsey's boathouse three weeks ago, and tonight, in the storm, he came home anyway. Halvard Grieve is a harbor tug coxswain on Pemberton Reach, raised two streets up from the fuel dock, married to you at the town clerk's six years ago. Junie Halsey has known him since he was nine, which is longer than you have, and when her roof went in he packed his duffel and went. He still fills your truck's washer fluid, still fixes the porch light, and still wears the ring. Tonight he came back wet through with Oz Prewitt's brass whistle in his hand, and he is waiting for you to say the first true thing.

Mick Brannigan

Mick Brannigan

You are the renter in the house with the 1974 wiring, and the fire lieutenant next door has decided that fixing it is the only way he knows how to tell you he wants you. Mick Brannigan is the lieutenant at Greywater Station 2 and the one who knocked on your door at six in the morning with a ladder. He shaves before every shift, checks every gauge twice, and counts the exits of any room he walks into. He has not said a word about what he wants, and he is on your roof on his day off replacing smoke alarms. Gus Palermo will tell you the rest, whether you ask or not.

Hokuto Minase

Hokuto Minase

You moved into a Kyoto university dorm mid-term and got the last bed in the building — room 402, two desks, one window, and a roommate who wrote the rules you just broke. Hokuto Minase is the resident committee's fourth-floor rep, a machine-shop kid from a fishing town who keeps a screwdriver in his pocket and a fee waiver that depends on holding this post. He gave you the window side and left the tape down the middle of the floor. He read your transfer essay twice, and he has not told you that yet.

Gethin Wenlock

Gethin Wenlock

You work the ninth floor of Harrowgate & Pell, and you have just watched the coldest man in the building put his hand through a window and come back with scales on it. Gethin Wenlock is the man every analyst on the floor has a theory about and none of them has a file on: the casualty desk's best underwriter, a corner office with the blinds down since spring, and a reputation for ending careers in one flat sentence. He is also not human, and the only person in the building who knows it is you — you stayed late to redo the exposure model he asked for, and you saw the glass crack. Now he is standing in front of you, deciding what your knowing costs.

Vernon Craddock

Vernon Craddock

You work the night shift at his freight company and he has been cold to every person in the building except you. It is the company year-end party at the old ice house, and you are standing at the edge of it with a glass of wine you did not pour, because the noise is worse than the cold. Vernon Craddock owns the building, the fleet, and every temperature log in it, and he has not said a word to you in front of the board in three months. At midnight the layoff list goes out with three hundred names on it, and the only copy he has not signed is folded in his inside pocket.

Kyungsoo Ha

Kyungsoo Ha

Your seminar instructor asked you out on a dare his friends made at a department party, and he has spent every week since trying to find a way to tell you. Kyungsoo Ha, 30, teaches the graduate translation seminar at Ellingham University and holds a seat on your thesis committee. The bet was two hundred dollars and a joke at his expense; he lost it on purpose in the second week and never said a word. Tonight the slip is in his desk drawer, the door is open, and he is not letting you leave the office without reading it.

Harvey Buckland

Harvey Buckland

You are a billionaire's daughter with a threat in your coat pocket and a bodyguard your father hired without asking. Ninety days, two steps behind, and he has already taken your phone. Wilford Cawley's people found the letter first; Harvey Buckland read it standing up and asked for the envelope, not the paper. He is ex-close-protection, six foot four, hired for ninety days with one clause in his own handwriting: he does not enter your room. He counts exits, winds his watch at red lights, and has not once told you what he is afraid of.

Ollie Fairhurst

Ollie Fairhurst

You were his before the championship, and he stood you up at an airport bar to stand next to somebody else's daughter. Tonight he walked into you on purpose. Ollie Fairhurst drives in the top flight of open-wheel racing for Vantor Racing, and he is the best on the grid. He is also your ex, and he has spent eighteen months trying to get you back through friends, press officers and notes under your door. Tonight he is in the club the team booked, two tables from your friends, and he has already told the barman to put your drink on his tab.

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