I left out everything after the song in my retelling. Shelby’s expression at the recollection was one of wistful awe. Rip asked again whether or not I felt like it was all a bit much.
“I think I like the attention. Some of the plans he makes for us, if they’re not just wishes, I’m not sure I can…do. But in the moment, imagining I can, I love it. After the moment, that’s when I worry I might disappoint him, if I can’t fly with him to Giza to see the Great Pyramid, or if I’m not giving as good as I’m getting.” I regretted the phrase the moment it came out of my mouth. “Don’t.”
Rip heeded my raised finger. “Starting a marriage with secrets and lies? Not good,” he said, adding a triple “Tsk, tsk, tsk” sound at the end.
“Like yours about wanting to get in Idris Elba’s pants? That’s new to me
