“Sorry, you’re right.”
“I wish I’d never told you. It’s your fault, though. It was your brilliant idea to go and get a drink after work.”
“You’re the one who can’t handle your alcohol.”
“I handle it perfectly fine. My tongue just slips, you know that.”
“True. I always find a way to get people to confess their secrets to me. It’s one of my many talents.”
“I don’t want to know the others. I’d rather ignore them.”
Martin takes my hand, and I lift my gaze to meet his.
“You’re good. Actually, no: you’re the best. I shouldn’t even have to tell you. And you’re the right person to help Mr O’Connor. Besides, you need the extra work, don’t you?”
“I can’t go into that house, Martin. I can’t work for them. It would be…too weird.”
“Somebody here won’t have forgotten,” Martin implies cheekily.
“Keep your mouth shut.”
“My lips are sealed.”
“Martin…”
“I promise, Casey. I won’t say another word.”
“And don’t say anything to Chris.”
He scoffs. “You can count on me.”
“I hope so.”
“So…What are we going to do about Dickhead Number One?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“It isn’t really a problem.”
“How do you feel knowing you’re going to see him again?”
“Why, does he live here?” I ask, suddenly overcome by panic.
“No, but he’s always here visiting his family. He moved back to the city a few months ago, and I don’t know how long he’ll be staying for.”
“So he’s back.”
“That’s what it looks like.”
And he didn’t even let me know.
“You know, I think it was destiny that made this series of events drop you right onto his doorstep.”
“We actually bumped into each other a few days ago at the hospital, but I thought he was just visiting to see the baby.”
“You see? I’m right. It’s fate. How was it?”
“Awkward. Mainly for him.”
“Interesting…” Martin grins at me. It’s one of those smiles that always means trouble – that means this ridiculous situation will only get worse.
