“They think Mark’s a snitch,” Bill confirmed. “They won’t bother with you.” He paused. “My flight’s tomorrow night. Should I change it and come home now?”
If he had to ask, then no. Bill’s workload never ended these days, and while I wanted him here, his clients needed him, too. Nothing would change by tomorrow. I could make it until then to hold him and reminisce about Davena.
My event—I’d almost forgotten. I couldn’t miss tonight’s Meet and Greet for anything, and if I dragged Bill along, he’d hate every moment.
“I’ll be fine,” I said. “I have that work event later and a lot to do before it starts.”
“I’d say skip it, but at least it’ll keep you occupied,” he said.
“Beman will be there, so everything has to be perfect.” My promotion was riding on every detail of this feature until it published. Focusing on that was much more appealing than wallowing at home.
“What a fucking week you’ve had, babe. I’ll get home as soon as I can.” He cleared his throat. “I should get back to work, but I’ll call Cooper first. He can be kind of a dick—did he treat you all right?”
“He was great,” I said. “He’s been very on top of it. You don’t need to call him. I know how busy you—”
“He’ll want to talk to me, and I should thank him anyway. Your bachelor, too. I’ll check in with you in a few hours, K?”
Bill and Cooper were going to talk. Now. I’d suspected they would, but it didn’t stop my throat from closing. I forced myself up from the bench, absentmindedly massaging my chest. “Okay. Bye.”
Within seconds of hanging up, David—my bachelor, as Bill had called him—was at my side. “Is he on his way?”
I rubbed my temple. “Who?”
He nodded at my cell. “Him.”
How did David even know who’d called? I tucked the phone back into my purse. “No.”
“No what? When’s he coming back?”
“He has a lot of work and missing even a day sets him back.”
“It’s almost the goddamn weekend.”
“Doyoutake every weekend off?” I asked.
His nostrils flared the same way they had before he’d exploded during the interview just now.
“I didn’t think so,” I said.
“I would, if—”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said. My marriage wasn’t any of his business. “What did Cooper want?” I asked, changing the subject.
David glanced away. “To make sure you and I were telling the truth. He said if we lied about anything important to cover up an affair, our statements could be inadmissible.”
My cheeks flushed with the wordaffair. “We didn’t lie,” I said. “And my husband is about to call Cooper. If he says anything—”
“He won’t,” David said. “He’s been around a long time, and he knows how to be discreet.”
“There’s nothing to be discreet about,” I snapped.
Fuck. Why had I been so stupid as to spend the night with David? Why had he come to my office so late? Why hadn’t I insisted on giving separate statements and putting distance between us?
My heart pounded so hard at the thought of Cooper saying something to make Bill suspicious, I couldn’t even look at David. I turned away and headed for the spot along the curb where David had parked.
“Olivia—”
“We should send Cooper a fruit basket or something for his help.”
