I wasn’t sure what to say.
He didn’t seem bothered by my silence. He brushed my hair back. “Do you think you could possibly get over the fact that I’m divorced?”
I tapped my finger against my mouth. “Hmm. Dating my divorced boss who broke my heart when he left me? It sounds so tempting.”
He carefully pulled me onto his lap, doing his best not to jostle me. He held me close. My head rested on his shoulder. “How about dating a man who has learned from his mistakes and is crazy about you?” He paused for a moment. “How about a man who is still in love with you?”
My head popped up. For a second, I thought it was the drugs talking. “You love me?” I stuttered.
“I love you, Kelli.”
SUNDAY STARTED WITH A PHONE call from Ian. He had left my apartment around midnight. As much as I enjoyed sleeping in his arms, I needed to be in my bed and have some time alone to think. He had thrown a lot at me. I couldn’t believe he was still in love with me. I wasn’t sure if I was still in love with him, but I had a feeling if we kept on this road it wouldn’t take long.
“I have a surprise for you,” he informed me.
I wasn’t sure I could take any more surprises from him. “Um, is it a good one?”
“Very good.”
I sat up from my nesting spot on my bed and ran my fingers through my hair. “I’m intrigued.”
“I have to go pick it up. I’ll bring it by around one. I just want to make sure you didn’t need anything before then.”
“You’re not going to tell me?”
“No.”
“You don’t need to do anything else for me. You bought enough food yesterday to feed an army, and my apartment has never been so clean.”
“This is so much better.”
“If you say so.”
“I do. Call me if you need anything before then.”
“I will.”
“See you soon.”
I admit I was looking forward to it. He was kind of addicting, even if he was turning my life upside down. But in a weird way, it brought a peace I hadn’t felt in a long time.
After I tried to make myself look at least semi-human, meaning I put on some yoga pants and applied some mascara and lip gloss, Delfia called. I could tell immediately she had some juicy news to share. She tried to show decorum by checking on me first. “How are you doing? We were all worried at the office.”
“I’m sore and bruised, but all right.”
As soon as she knew I was on the mend, she jumped right in. “I’ve been dying to tell you this all weekend,” she started out. “I wish you could have been there, or I wish I would have thought to record it, because it was fabulous.”
“What?” I was anxious to know.
“Friday, when Mr. Greyson came back to the office after the accident, he walked in with this look of pure disdain on his face. Without even a hello he asked where Ms. Manselle was. I was honestly a little terrified of him, so I just pointed to the bathroom. He walked right over and waited for her to come out.”
I had never heard her so giddy, and that was saying a lot.
“As soon as that little wench came out, he let her have it. It was amazing.”
“What did he say?” He hadn’t given me any details.
“He told her she was classless and that she would never work for him again. Then he told her to pack up her belongings, and she should consider her advance as final payment because he would never use her designs. But the best part was when she asked if this was about you and he told her that if she ever spoke your name in any way that was degrading or defamatory, he would personally make sure she never worked again.”
