"Karen, have you lost your mind?! Who brings someone of the opposite sex home to 'take care of' them?!"
The words had barely left Job's mouth when a soft, fragile voice drifted in from behind him.
"Job, did you get into another fight with Karen because of me?"
Job's expression froze, and for a long moment he couldn't find a word to say.
When he didn't respond, Kay stepped forward. She caught sight of Russ and faltered for a second herself.
But the very next instant, her eyes turned red, and she spoke to me in a tone that bordered on begging. "It's all my fault, Karen. I shouldn't have mentioned that I'd never seen the ocean. Then Job wouldn't have left you behind to take me to the Maldives."
"Luckily there was a huge storm today and the flight couldn't take off. Let Job stay with you tonight. I'll leave right now."
Job's face immediately flooded with concern. "Kay, you don't have to leave. This is your home. Stay as long as you want."
Normally, I would have picked a fight with him right then and there, demanding to know how he could make that decision alone when half the house was mine.
But this time, I nodded in agreement without hesitation.