Meghan’s face is full of shock. “Wow. You’re too nice.”
“If the man has a drinking problem, it could make him behave, uh, differently.”
“It’s true,” Lucky says, bending down to grab the box. “I’ll take these up there.” Looking over at Meghan, he smiles. “See you tonight?” Why does he sound so unsure?
“We’ll see.”
Ah, that’s why.
With the bottles clanking together, Lucky walks out the door with both of us staring at him as he goes.
“Wow.” It’s all I think to say. That man isfine.
“Yep,” Meg says with a smirk. “He’s hot.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Ben
Two weeks offis going to kill me. I’ve only been out of the office for a day and already I’m bored out of my skull. Correction: I was able to go to Sky’s first physical therapy appointment, so that’s good. Thanks to my time off, I won’t have to board her at the place, and they said they’d let me participate in her therapy so I can continue working with her at home. It’s amazing what they did in just one visit. I can see a difference already. She was able to walk for several minutes with their help. They still don’t want her to do much, but now when we go outside, she can walk on her own. I’ll continue to carry her in and out of the building and attempt to keep her from walking around the apartment too much. Jumping on and off the sofa and chair is still forbidden, so I’ve got to keep an eye on her at all times.
Going to her PT appointment was the highlight of my day. If I didn’t think I’d need four more years of schooling, I’d see if they’d hire me to do that full time. I watched them work with other animals too, one who lost a limb due to a car accident, one that’s blind, and another one that was so abused, all it did was shake. Whoever did that to the poor animal is a fucking asshole. I hope they had to pay. There’s no excuse for that. None. Hopefully therapy can help that sweet guy.
Alas, changing careers at this point is just not possible. I may have to think of something, though, because I haven’t heard a word from MFH. Sure, it’s only been a day, but you’d think someone would tell me what’s going on. I haven’t seen Alison around the neighborhood either, and believe me, I’ve looked. I swore I saw her at the coffee shop this morning, but it was someone else. Once they turned around, I saw they couldn’t hold a candle to Alison Kirby.
I’m going a little crazy not knowing what’s going on there. I’ve even contemplated taking up a hobby. I know knitting is out because when it comes to crafts, I’m all thumbs. Just ask my mom. Nowshe’screative. When I was younger, I tried to help her out from time to time with her projects, but I’m useless. Which reminds me, I need to call her. Later.
With a sigh, I look around my tiny place. If I owned my apartment, I’d consider repainting, but since I don’t and I’m not allowed to make changes, that’s also out. So, I’ve decided to start running—in earnest. Sure, I ran that one morning after Sky’s accident, but nothing after. That is until this leave business.
I woke up early this morning, took Sky out first, and then I was off. I was pretty proud of myself because I ran two miles without stopping. I guess I wasn’t in as terrible shape as I thought. I’ve still got a long way to go, of course. Maybe I’ll work up to doing a half marathon or something. That’s a good goal, right?
Sitting on the sofa, I reach down and pick up Sky. Placing her next to me, I lay my head back and sigh. “I wish I knew what was going on, girl.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Alison
“You fired him?”I’m sitting in Graham’s office again. It seems to be a common occurrence and one I hope changes soon.
Graham shakes his head. “He resigned after I offered to send him to rehab, company paid, but he refused. Adamantly. I gave him the choice.”
“Wow.” That was dumb. “I can’t believe he’d resign over getting help.” Who does that?
“He kept blaming you.” Graham hesitates. “And Ben.”
I can see why he thinks I’m to blame but… “Ben?” I say, surprised. “What did Ben do?”
With a shrug, he stands up from behind his desk. “No idea.”
I think he’s trying to tell me this meeting is over, except I’ve got a few more questions. “What now?”
“What do you mean?”
“I assume you’ll post Sam’s job.”
“We will. Eventually.” Stepping around his desk, he stops a foot away from me. “I was hoping you’d hang around for a bit longer.”
What about Ben and me?
