It made me feel almost vulnerable, and that was not a comfortable feeling. Because what if she didn’t forgive me?
But she had to.
What if she didn’t?
I sent over the money, then ordered twelve dozen red roses. After I had done that, I wondered if they were the right type of apology flowers to send, so I panic-bought three dozen other assorted bouquets, then went eagerly out into the center lounge.
“Ready for an interview?” Eunice chirped eagerly, wetting her pencil in her mouth.
Damn, she was relentless.
I hadn’t eaten yet, but the last thing I was in the mood for was an interview about Dolly.
But there was my manager, and I guessed it was something to do while I waited for Rosalie to wake up.
“Hi, there!” Dolly squeaked, looking shyly at me.
I squinted blearily at her. Apparently she was the kind of person who was extremely chipper in the morning. I much preferred Rosalie silently holding up a mug while she glowered at me.
“Let’s see how well the two of you know each other!” Eunice caroled. “Kingsley, what is Dolly’s favorite food?”
Well, shit. This was going to be awkward.
“BBQ,” I said.
Eunice looked down at her notes. “And the answer is—salad!”
What the fuck kind of answer was salad?
“Have you seen Rosalie yet today?” I asked Cornelius, but he shook his head.
“Kingsley likes burgers,” Dolly said.
I did like burgers, especially with Rosalie beside me at the grill, adding onions and jalapenos and mushrooms.
What if she didn’t forgive me?
My stomach was cramping so badly with fear that I could barely focus on the questions.
As if groping for any topic, Eunice was like, “So, a platonic girl best friend? What do you think that says about you? Would you consider yourself something of a feminist king?”
Platonic? Was that how other people saw our relationship?
“I love Rosalie,” Dolly said in a breathless voice. “I could never be mad that she’s Kingsley’s best friend.Iwant to be her friend, too. She’s so brave and powerful!”
“She’s reckless,” I countered. “She should’ve let security handle Maeve.”
“But she didn’t want me to get hurt!” Dolly squeaked out, her cheeks looking pink.
“Or she could have let me handle it,” I almost snarled. “Instead of endangering herself.”
Silence.
Apparently the only thing we had in common was talking about Rosalie.
Great, that wasn’t weird at all.
“Whereisshe?” I asked again.
