I hope you aren’t too mad when you read this letter. I found you at the bar and knew you were too drunk to get home on your own. I got your address from a friend of yours, someone named Blue’s Clues in your contacts (you’ll have to tell me about that later).
Before you panic, don’t worry: nothing happened between us.
I hope you found the Advil and water on your nightstand. I found your phone charger and plugged that in for you—figured you’d need it this morning.
I hate that I still don’t know your name. Seems like fate is playing some kind of cruel trick on me. In the meantime, I guess you can know mine.
My number is on my card. I hope to hear from you.
Levi
I can’t stop the small smile that tugs at my lips as I set the letter back on the countertop. Biting my lip, I glance between my phone and the business card. Reaching for the thick card stock, my eyes widen as I read the name there.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, falling back against the counter. I stare at the card as if the words will change the longer that I look at it.
Wright Enterprises is in the same building as Davis Matchmaking, and has been long before I started working for Kirstin.
It’s been five years, almost six now, since I first met him on the rooftop. How is it possible that, in all that time, I hadn’t once run into him?
My illuminated phone on the island distracts me from the card. I shake my head, a small laugh escaping me as I set it down.
I guess fate knows that timing is everything.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A WEDNESDAY IN MAY
Irush into the office, my heels echoing off the tile floor as I run towards my desk. My work bag fell off my shoulder when I entered the lobby, jostling the coffee in my right hand and causing some to spill out and stain the sleeve of my white dress shirt.
Setting the two coffees down on my desk followed by my bag on my chair, I quickly head over to the coat rack in the corner and grab my red blazer. Walking back to my desk as I slide my arms into the sleeves, I finally look up and notice a man standing in Kirstin’s office.
My brows furrow as I grab my phone out of my bag and open our shared calendar. Sure enough, she doesn’t have a meeting scheduled.
Setting my phone down on my desk, I pull my laptop, folders, and notebook out of my bag before I set it on the floor. Just as I sit down in my desk chair, I hear her office door open. Instead of looking, I open my laptop.
“I will have my assistant get your profile started,” Kirstin says to the man as I type in my password. “But I already have someone in mind, so you’ll most likely be hearing from me sooner rather than later.”
“Thank you,” the man replies, my eyes now trained on my inbox as I shift through those of the highest priority. “I appreciate that. And thank you again for meeting me without an appointment. I know you’re a very busy woman.”
Kirstin laughs, and I can picture her waving a dismissive hand. “My assistant does most of the work. I swear, sometimes I’m just the face.”
I smile at that as their footsteps approach my desk. Feeling a presence beside me, I blindly grab one of the styrofoam coffee cups and extend it in her general direction.
“One cream, two sugars,” I tell her as she grabs it out of my hand, and I put my fingers back on my keyboard.
“See? She does it all. I’ll be in touch.”
The man says nothing, but I can feel his gaze staring at the side of my face. Refusing to make eye contact, I hit reply on an email and type out my response when he clears his throat and spins on his heel to leave.
I take his departure as an opportunity to look up. He has brown hair, broad shoulders, and wears a full suit. He walks with purpose, his shoulders back and his head held high like he knows he commands any room that he walks into.
A folder dropping onto my desk causes me to jump, tearing my gaze away from the man as I glance up at Kirstin. She gives me a sly smile as I reach for the folder and lean back in my chair as she sits on the one on the other side of my desk.
“How has your first week back been?” Kirstin asks, taking a sip of her coffee.
“Good,” I tell her honestly, resting the folder in my lap. “It’s been great getting back into a routine. Thank you again for all that time off. I know it’s not easy without me here.”
Kirstin hums but keeps quiet. I reach for my coffee and take a sip, observing her. I can tell that she is picking her next words with caution, and that puts me slightly on edge. Whenever shehas to think before she speaks, that normally means nothing good.
