“Pixie, I’m not boning Luce.”
“Elliot?” I grin. Did she phone him? “Have you tried?” I ask.
“Of course I have! Weeks ago, she wasn’t interested.”
“And Wednesday night? You disappeared.”
“She’s a good girl. We bounce off each other, but that’s it.”
I don’t know if I believe him, but what if it’s just me hoping for something that isn’t there?
“I’ve got my eye on you, Montgomery.”
“Hmmm, Mase not enough for you, Pixie, need me to show yo?—“
“Goodbye, Elliot!” I hang up, shaking my head as I call Lucy. This time, she picks up.
“Okay, I believe you! But out of curiosity, why not Elliot?”
“I’m on my way to yours. I was hoping to borrow a top for dinner this evening. What time are you home?” she asks, completely ignoring me.
“We will discuss this later; this conversation is far from over! And not until after three. I have a one on one before I can leave. Will you still be there when I get home?”
“No, I have things to do this afternoon. Are we still meeting on Sunday? What time does Erin get in again?”
“Late afternoon I think. I might give her a call to check in later. Who are you going to dinner with?”
“Uh… Megan.”
That’s odd. They didn’t ask me. I frown, rolling my chair back from the desk. “Megan?”
“Yeah, you’re invited too. Obviously.” She laughs awkwardly, and I instantly know she is acting off.
“Where are we going?”
“Not sure, I’ll send you the details. Bye!” She hangs up, and I narrow my eyes at the phone.
Weird.
Mase
A flustered Lucy stumbles through the doors of my office. A suitcase in one hand and a duffel bag in the other.
“You should have asked Megs instead, she is so onto me.” She huffs, pushing her hair back from her face and righting herself.
“Nina knows about Paris?” I sit up in my seat, disappointed.
“No, but she thinks I’m a shit friend who didn’t invite her to dinner and only wants her for her clothes.” She screws up her face and smoothes her fingers across her forehead. “I had to invite her to dinner by the way. You’ll have to fix that by yourself.”
I smile as she drops down into the chair opposite my desk. “Thank you, Lucy. I appreciate your help.”
“What time do you leave? She finishes at three.”
“We take off at six. Do you think she’ll go?” I ask, annoyed that I don’t already know. I hope she does.
“Yes. Well, she will want to. You have to be stern with her, she will fight you on it, but she absolutely needs a break.”
I nod. “I booked you and Megan a table at Groulx. Seven o’clock tomorrow night. On me.”
