“Did you just accuse me of lying to you?” Sarah demanded.
I loosened my tie. “No.”
“It sure sounded like it to me.”
“I was merely inquiring why the address changed.” When she opened her mouth to argue with me, I started speaking Russian to Oleg.
With a huff, Sarah reached into her bag and took out her iPad. I’m pretty sure she mouthedassholebefore she focused on her screen.
We were almost to Philly when her phone rang. After glancing at the ID, she groaned. Cutting my eyes over, I saw the name Miles flashing on the screen.
“Aren’t you going to get that?” I asked.
“No.”
“Why not?”
With a shrug, she replied, “Just because.”
Her response sent the jealousy swirling within me into a raging stream. As I fiddled with my cuff links, I couldn’t stop myself from asking, “B-Because it's a man?”
“Why would that matter?”
Using the new strategies I’d been taught, I replied, “Because you don’t want to t-talk to him in front of me.”
Laughing, Sarah replied, “Trust me. There’snevera time at work or out that I want to talk to Miles.”
And then it hit me. Miles was the name of the doctor in her practice thatDedushkahad suggested. And the one who was all territorial around her car. “Why don’t you like t-talking to him?”
An uncomfortable look came over her face before Sarah shifted in her seat. “Because he’s a creep.”
“How?”
“He’s always leering at me and trying to stand close to me.”
“Hand me your phone.”
“Excuse me?”
I waved two of my fingers at her. “Your phone.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Have a little talk with him.”
Sarah’s eyesbulged in horror. “No, Maksim.”
“Why not?”
“Because he’s my work colleague.”
“Who has been sexually harassing you.”
She shook her head.“No. It’s not like that.”
“You just said he was a creep.”
Swallowing hard,Sarah countered, “That’s true, but it’s not sexual harassment."
