Kelsi pushed her way off the subway train, and let the crowd carry her along, up the stairs and out into the sweaty, humid June evening.

Once free of the foot traffic, she backed up to the nearest building, looked all around her, and let the thrill of it all snake through her: she was in New York City!

The plan had been for Bennett to drive up and spend the last two weekends in Pebble Beach. The first weekend he’d cancelled, because his new job at the gallery involved a ton of overtime hours, which he hadn’t expected. Then this weekend he’d been supposed to come up again, and when he’d called late last night, Kelsi had steeled herself for yet another cancellation.

"I have to cover all these galleries for Carlos," Bennett had told her. "So I can’t come up this weekend."

"It’s okay." Kelsi had tried to sound supportive, even though she was crushed. She didn’t even know what “covering galleries” meant, or why it was so much more important than his coming up to see her, but she didn’t think she should ask that question. She suspected it would sound needy, and she really wanted to sound completely behind him – one hundred percent.

“It’s not okay,” Bennett replied immediately. “But you should come down. There’s no reason why you can’t come with me while I do the coverage and, anyway – I want to see you.” And so here she was.