I scratched under my nose. “Yes. Just not at work,” I said, and crossed the lobby, picking up my pace so I could process this alone.
Seated at my desk, I examined the papers, unsure of what I was looking at. Anything involving the legal system, I would’ve taken to Bill. Instead of trying to do this on my own or give myself the day to consider my options, I shot David a text.
I didn’t have to do this alone, and for once, I was glad to ask for help.
Me:I just got served.
My cell phone rang almost immediately with David’s call. “What happened?” he asked.
I tucked the phone between my shoulder and ear while flipping through the paperwork. “Some guy just served me with divorce papers.”
“At work?”
“Yes.” I groaned. “Talk about embarrassing.”
“At least we can get this process started,” David said. “I’m actually meeting my lawyer for lunch on Adams. We’ll come by afterward to take a look.”
I fingered my new earring. Office gossip would spread fast. First, the roses, and now, the divorce papers. People would put two and two together. Did I care anymore?
He sighed when I didn’t respond. “You’re worried about what people will say?” he asked. “You can come to lunch if you want, but we’ll be talking about Clare and some menial items.” He paused. “But I want nothing more than to show you off, Olivia You’re going to have to tell your co-workers sometime.”
This was more than David swinging by my office. Announcing our relationship to the world was an act of faith in us. Up until our time in Dallas, I would’ve wavered over the decision, but he was right. David wasn’t going anywhere, and people would eventually find out.
“No, it’s fine,” I said and a small smile formed on my face as I realized that I, too, would get to show him off. “Come by when you’re finished. I miss you anyway.”
“Good call, baby,” he said, his voice a little grittier. “See you soon.”
I hung up as a grin broke free. I was getting an unexpected visit from my boyfriend. It wasn’t the same as ditching work to stay in bed with him, but it would brighten my day considerably.
He texted me on his way over, so I went to meet him in the lobby. Jenny looked about to burst from curiosity, but I ignored her by playing with my phone as I sat in a club chair to wait.
With thepingof the elevator, I looked up. David waltzed through toward the glass doors with another smartly dressed man.
“Oh, shit. Is that David Dylan?” Jenny whispered right before they entered.
I stood to greet them. David leaned down, kissed me on the cheek, and introduced me to his lawyer, Jerry.
“Nice to meet you,” I said, shaking his hand.
He nodded. “David’s told me a lot about you.”
I kept my head down as I led both men through the cubicles. I was glad David had come, but there was no need to make a bigger spectacle than I knew his presence would. In my office, I shut the door carefully and handed the documents over to Jerry.
As he looked them over, David put his arm around me and planted an innocent kiss on my lips. “How are you?”
“Better,” I said, touching his jaw.
“Me, too. I booked our weekend. Pack your bags, baby, and your teeniest bikini. We’re going to Miami.” I grinned, and he squeezed me before looking up. “How’s it look, Jerry?”
“Standard stuff so far,” Jerry said, perching on the edge of my desk. “Bill has filed for divorce.”
“Do you know Bill?” I asked.
“Yep.” He licked the tip of his index finger and flipped a page. “Nice guy, good at what he does.”
I leaned into David. “Will that be an issue?”
“Not at all.” Jerry cleared his throat. “Looks like he’s filing on the grounds of adultery.”
