So do I.
It’s not exactly the same situation as Alison and me, but it’s close. I hurry on to Ida’s advice and frown. “Typical man.” I look down at my pup. “I’m not a ‘typical man,’ am I girl?” She sighs as I run my fingers over her head. “I didn’t think so.”
Ida’s right about one thing: just because the job is keeping us apart right now doesn’t mean it will always keep us apart.
“Good news, Sky. As soon as she’s done with her consulting gig, we may have a shot.”
Now all I need to do is speed that process along, and that means I need to help figure out what the hell’s going on with that damn green folder.
* * *
Sneakingmy dog into my office isn’t easy. I’m forced to take the damn stairs again. This time, I’m holding a small dog carrier that weighs a hell of a lot more than my sack lunch. No matter, because I came to workextraearly to avoid seeing people and so I can take my time trudging up the steps.
On my floor, I peek out of the stairwell door and see no one. Like a ninja, I make my way down the long corridor that leads to the break room. I set her carrier down and throw my lunch in the fridge, then quickly make myself a cup of coffee using the pod machine. With coffee in hand, I practically tiptoe to my office. Unlocking my door, I slip inside and place Sky’s carrier behind my desk. Getting on the floor in front of her, I open the door and take out the water dish that snaps onto it. “Be back in a second, girl.”
Shutting the door behind me, I head back into the break room to fill her water dish when Lindsay steps in. “Well, aren’t you an early bird.”
“Uh….” I have no idea why I’m so nervous. “Yeah.”
“Whatcha got there?” She points to the small plastic dish in my hand.
“I need to water Clive’s plant.” What the hell am I saying?
“Oh?” Lindsay looks perplexed. “Are you and Clive talking again?”
My head rears back just a little. I know my facial expression reads surprise. “We’ve always talked.”
“Hmm.” I look back at her and can’t help noticing she’s got a weird expression on her face. More of a frown than anything else. “I guess I thought he hated your guts.”
I shrug. “I guess you were misinformed.” Then I smile. Mine isn’t real either. “We’ve always been tight.” Yeah, it’s a lie, but Lindsay’s giving me a weird vibe right now.
“Interesting.”
“Yep. Well, I need to get that plant watered. It’s pretty dry.”
“Uh-huh.” She walks past me and opens a cupboard door. “He uses this.” Holding up a plant watering can, she wiggles it back and forth. “He used it yesterday.”
I chuckle. “Well, it needs more.” Why the fuck am I having this conversation? And how the hell does she know he watered his stupid plant yesterday?
I reach out and take the watering can from her. I’m tempted to walk away with an empty can, but I’m already in this too deep.
“I didn’t realize you had a key to his office.”
That’s it. I shut off the water and turn to her. “I had no idea you and Clive were so tight.”
She shrugs as she reaches for a pod. “We’re not.”
“Sounds like you are.”
I’ve turned around, and now I see she’s looking down at her hands or her feet or something. “I just notice things.”
“Things?” Like things about idea stealing and favoritism?
“Sure.” She shrugs. “Don’t you?”
I guess I do, but not to that extent. “I suppose.”
“How’s Sam?” She’s changing the subject.
