“I was drunk,” he deadpans.
“You were sober,” I counter.
“Drama followed Wren around like a lost puppy.”
He’s not wrong. In Wren’s world, everything from a late client to a misplaced shoe was a catastrophe. I fielded calls and texts all day from her. I was the calming voice she needed. She was the distraction I wanted.
We worked until we didn’t.
Two short rings of my office phone signal that my two o’clock appointment has arrived.
“That’s my cue to fuck off.” Keats heads toward the door. “I’ll see you on Friday. Whoever loses two out of three games picks up the tab for the beers. Agreed?”
It’s our standard set-up. More often than not, the drinks are on me.
Opening my office door, I nod. “Agreed. See you on Friday.”
“If you need a shoulder to cry on before then, call someone else.” He winks.
I laugh. “Go to hell.”
“That’s where I’m headed.” He glances toward the waiting room. “I’ve got a meeting with a potential new client. Talk about drama. This guy gives Wren a run for her money.”
“Good luck with that,” I offer even though he won’t need it.
“Same to you, Wolf.”
His words hold more meaning than mine.
Counseling people through grief isn’t easy, but it’s what I was made for and what I’m good at.
Watching Keats breeze past the reception desk on his way out, my eye catches on a small bouquet of wilted flowers that Audrey brought in with her this morning. She said flowers brighten any space.
She’s right. My apartment could use some brightening up and I know just how to make that happen.
CHAPTER NINE
Athena
“What doyou mean there’s a request that I deliver an order?” I question Leanna.
The huge grin on her face is telling me that she knows exactly what’s going on.
“You didn’t set me up again, did you?” I manage a half-smile, even though my heart is racing inside my chest.
Leanna has taken on the role of my matchmaker.
I’m not on board for that.
I know she means well, but the two guys she already set me up with were not my type at all.
One was a lifeguard. He spent his summers in the Hamptons watching over the rich and famous. His winters weren’t nearly as glamorous, and unfortunately, that’s when we met for dinner.
I’m all for splitting the costs of dating, but he expected me to pay for his expensive dinner and the bottle of wine he finished on his own.
I didn’t have a drop.
When he asked if he could borrow money to pay his cell phone bill so that he’d be able to text me the next day, I left the restaurant.
