I push her playfully. “Stop.”
“You have to admit, this is pretty funny.”
“It’s not.” I wipe my face and drop my head back again, staring up at the ceiling. “What do I do?”
“First, don’t think about the app right now. One thing at a time. Does it tell the other person if you’ve read their message or not?”
I shake my head. “I don’t think so.”
“Okay, so we have time with that. He’ll just think you are busy at work. In the meantime, head out there and feel out the situation. He’s been trying to talk to you, so let him. As he explains himself, don’t give away any indication that you know he’s your guy. See if he gives any hints that he knows it’s you.”
I drop my head to my chest. “I knew he was too good to be true.”
She thumbs out to where he is in our office. “You do realize that he’s still the same guy, right?”
“You do realize that we absolutely hate each other, right?”
She tilts her head to the side with a smart-ass expression.
“Stop. Your face keeps having conversations with me that I don’t like.”
She laughs out loud. “Because you know I’m right. I’ve always wondered why you guys bicker the way you do. I’d say you two have some sexual tension you’ve been trying to ignore for way too long.”
I push my way past her. “Shut up.”
I ignore her laughter as I pull open the door to exit my safe haven and deal with this situation head-on.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
David
When I see Zoe step out of the restroom, I head directly to her, grabbing her arm and walking her to the break room, not letting her escape until I’ve said what I have to say. Once we’re there, she breaks free from my hold.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to grab you like that, but you keep walking away from me, and I need to explain.”
She steps back with her arms wide open. “Then explain,” she says a little too loudly, which gets my heart pumping more than it should.
“I’m trying to apologize here, but you’re making it very difficult.”
“I’m making it difficult on you? Do you know how stupid I felt in there, not having a single clue what you were up to?”
The way she’s throwing her arms out and stepping up into my face makes me want to smile at how cute she is, but I’m quick to wipe it away so she doesn’t see.
“I tried to tell you. I’m sorry I overslept because I had been up late, finishing our project.”
“You know there’s such a thing called a phone, right? You know, this little device that every person has in their hand twenty-four/seven that can connect people with the push of a button? Did you ever think of maybe trying to contact me directly?”
“I didn’t have your—” Then it hits me.
I see the way she’s staring at me with her arms crossed, her hip nudged out to the side, and her eyebrows raised. “Don’t say you didn’t have my number. You made me give it to you.”
I let out a breath. “I’m sorry. I forgot I had it. I got the email late at night and panicked.”
“Then what about sending me an email? I know you have my email address.”
“I didn’t know if you checked it on weekends, and I didn’t want to send out an email, saying,Guess what—I’m changing everything, just so you know,” I say in a loud octave, sounding overdramatic. “I wanted to explain why. But then I overslept and barely made it here to begin with.”
She looks up to the ceiling, letting out a breath, making me think she’s calming down slightly, so I continue, “I wasn’t even sure if I was right. I got the email, and just the way she discussed the line with this high-end garbage talk, I got the feeling she wasn’t going to like the direction we’d chosen.” I place my hand on my chest, taking full blame. “The direction I led you on.”
