“You better not be here to beg me to change that real estate deal,” Greg warned. “If you haven’t noticed, even though I came in here on a Saturday morning to work, I am still unable to find a moment’s peace.”
“There’s no food in our offices downstairs,” Archer complained. “And our coffee machine is broken.”
“And whose fault is that?” Greg snapped.
“How was I supposed to know that you can’t just put any old cup in the Keurig?”
“Literally everyone knows,” Mike said.
“You two need to be finding a buyer for that clock tower penthouse at the Brookview,” Greg said. “That is your number-one goal. It’s almost tax time, and I am not paying the bill on that penthouse. It needs to be off the books. Find a buyer.”
I smiled and waved at them.
“As it so happens, I am actually in the market for a very expensive apology present.”
* * *
Apology present boughtand paid for, I just needed to sign it over to Ivy. There was no way she was taking me back—I wasn’t even going to ask—but I would never be able to live with the guilt if she remained homeless because of me.
Unfortunately, when I went to the address Carl Svensson had given me, the courtyard was empty, and no one was home except Fergus, who was at the window, chewing on a curtain.
“How’s my best furry buddy?” I greeted him. The big Maine Coon hissed at me when I stuck my hand through the partially opened window and unlocked the door to let him out.
“Yeah, I probably deserved that. But I’m making it right,” I assured him. “I just have to find Ivy.”
Had she left town? Where was she?
52
Ivy
Amy’s apartment was even smaller than my old one. She couldn’t even fit a bed in it, so I slept on the floor in a sleeping bag wedged between the stove and the cot Amy slept on.
“Ivy,” she whispered in the darkness. “Remember when we were in college and we had all those big hopes and dreams?”
“Yeah,” I said bitterly. “I wanted a fancy apartment, a wonderful, good-looking husband, and an internationally renowned business. And look at me now.”
At the window, Fergus screeched at a leaf that had fallen from one of the miniature trees.
“Does he do that all the time?”
“When he’s in a really bad mood,” I said. “Or when he’s hungry.”
“There’s leftover cured salmon in the fridge.”
As I rummaged around in the fridge, my phone rang. On the screen, Mika’s name glowed in the dark.
“Ivy! Oh thank goodness,” she said in a rush when I answered.
“It’s four in the morning.”
“I know, it’s so late already,” she babbled. “I have a huge favor to ask. Can you please come run this wedding?”
“Imogen fired me.”
“Evan unfired you.”
“Ah, yes, Evan, really looking out for my best interests there. Prick.”
