He had to figure out what was wrong with him.
“Are you okay?”
He abruptly dropped his hands. Cian had poked his head into his office.
“Can't you fucking knock?” he asked, annoyed.
His friend looked at him, irritated. “We don’t knock when there are no clients.”
Yes, yes, he knew that. “What do you want, Cian?”
His partner narrowed his eyes. “You said you were going to look at the candidates for the paralegal and receptionist positions today.”
“It’s four o’clock, there is still plenty of time.”
“Connor, you said that yesterday too.”
“Get lost, Cian.”
“Christ, you’ve been in a ridiculously bad mood this week. We need help! The two of us can’t do the work of five.”
“I know!”
“Then pull yourself together and hire someone! You’re never satisfied with my choices.” He slammed the door.
Great. Now he wasn’t the only one who was pissed off.
Cian was right. He had to take care of this. And he would take care of it. But first, he needed a damn date for Saturday!
Chapter Twelve
Like you grow with your tasks, relationships grow with their problems.
From the self-help book for self-pitiers by psychologist Rachel James
Do you always have to grow? Maybe you should just pull the weeds and see what’s left? - Connor
Twelve o’clock Saturday. I’ll be there. And you’ll go down. I’m talking about mini golf, of course.
Rachel gritted her teeth and stared at Connor’s message, which had made her heart skip three beats. He was coming. Of course he was coming. Nothing had changed.
Except that she’d been feeling bad for days because Connor was angry. She shouldn’t care that the cynical divorce lawyernext door was upset, but she did, and by God, she had no idea why!
“Rachel, are you okay?” Maddie asked hesitantly, sitting at the desk to her right, the desk Rachel would probably never be able to look at again without blushing. “You seem a bit distracted. Is everything okay with the questionnaire? I have no idea why you’re revising it.”
“I’m just…changing the wording in places to encourage our clients to be honest with themselves.” This was a problem she hadn’t even considered before, that people were checking off what they wanted to be, not who they were.
“Okay.” Maddie sounded disappointed, as if she’d hoped for more.
Uncertain, Rachel glanced over the computer screen. Hailey was walking dogs at the local animal shelter and they were alone in the office. Of course, she hadn't really felt alone for days; she kept hearing that voice in her head…
Because you are the most amazing woman I know.
God. Only Connor Stone could manage to squeeze a compliment into a shouted accusation. Only Connor Stone could make her angry and wet at the same time. He was such an incredibly frustrating man!
And she wanted to believe that she was amazing, but right now, she felt like a coward.
“Are you nervous about your upcoming date?” Maddie persisted. Her voice sounded casual, but her gaze seemed almost longing. In fact, she’d been glancing at her a lot since her late lunch break, as if she were expecting…something. Maybe emotions. Maddie always wanted emotions. Rachel was good at recognizing and understanding emotions.
