“I’m sure,” he says, pretty much calling me out on my lie.
He applies it to his lips, and I stand there silent, my lungs refusing to work. “Cherry’s a good flavor.”
He puts the cap back on, and when he places it on my desk, he leans over so we’re face to face, and my entire body goes still.
He licks his lips, dropping his voice. “Delicious, even.”
My breath catches, and he doesn’t miss it.
I swear my heart forgets how to beat.
My hands curl around the edge of my desk to keep from reaching for him, from grabbing his stupid lapels.
He finally pulls back, winks, and abruptly walks away.
I collapse back into my chair, the scent of him still clinging to the air, my lip balm sitting there like a sign screaming,You’re not over him.
What.
The.
Hell.
Was that?
My phone rings.
Corey.
Again.
“Hello,” I answer flatly and unimpressed.
“Hi, sweetheart. I just got news that I need to be back tomorrow for a meeting. Can we meet earlier?”
I sigh. “I’m working, Corey.”
“That prick of a boss, that hard up, he can’t let you leave early.”
My eyebrows lift in disbelief. “You must be joking. Your secretary’s grandmother died last month, and you didn’t let her leave early.”
He’s silent for a beat. “Madeline. Can you meet, or will it have to be this weekend?”
I glance at the clock. It’s now or never. And I’m already out of reasons to wait.
“It’s rush hour. I can be there in thirty minutes.”
He hangs up without saying goodbye,typical, giving me an extra second to dial Addie’s number.
Dang it.
Where the hell is she?
On my way I text her and still hear nothing.
SOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just as I’m pulling onto the restaurant’s street, my phone finally lights up with her name.
