She only glared. “Get the fuck out of my office.”
I let out a short breath, and then I got the fuck out of her office.
It was almost 5:00 p.m. at this point, so I had two options. One, try to sneak out of here unnoticed. Two, purposely seek out Macey.
Those options were taken from me when I realized that Macey’s desk was a few steps down from Victoria’s office.
“Noah?” Macey poked her head outside her gray cubicle. “What are you doing here?”
Excellent question.
“Looking for you.” I tried for suave. “Thought I could walk you home.”
“Really?”
Please don’t push this further.
I nodded.
“That’s sweet of you. Give me a minute to pack up.”
I admired her desk as she shut down her laptop and pushed her notebooks to the side. Pushpins held up a calendar with inspirational quotes as well as Polaroid pictures of her and her friends. There was one older couple in the photos—based on the similar smiles, they were her grandparents. A collection of succulents in pots gave color to the space, and she added a small amount of water in them before she was ready to go.
In the elevator, Macey asked, “What did you do today?”
I hated lying to her. Really, I did, but I didn’t want to stress her out over this right now. Especially considering the embarrassment I felt over being wrong about Victoria.
“Talked with Nathan, went on a long walk around the neighborhood, donated to whale conservation,” I joked.
She laughed. “That sounds like a better day than mine.”
Bright sun greeted us as we exited out the revolving door. It wasn’t until we were outside that I realized I had no idea where to go next. I had never been to her apartment before. Macey turned right and I followed.
“Not a good day?”
“It had its ups and downs,” she said. “I found the notecards you left in my purse.”
I wondered when she would find those. It was a hasty idea, done after seeing how defeated she looked at some of thecomments. She smiled, and I realized there was nothing I wouldn’t do to see it again.
“I hope that wasn’t the low of the day.”
“The opposite, actually.”
Mental fist bump.
“My low was so crazy you probably won’t believe it.”
The smell of fresh bread from the cornerstone bakery flooded my senses, intertwining with my curiosity. I was half-tempted to pull us inside to get the details and a croissant at the same time.
“My bar for crazy things is pretty high,” I said. “Tell me what it was.”
She eyed me hesitantly. “Kyle came into The Burrow Café.”
I racked my brain for an explanation of who that was to her and why it mattered, but I came up with nothing. “Kyle who?”
“My ex-boyfriend.”
Oh, lovely. Time to have the ex talk right before I intended to ask Macey for a real relationship. I didn’t particularly relish hearing about her past boyfriends.
