I pull out my phone. She rolls her eyes and presses a button on the intercom.
“Mr. Grayson?” she calls out.
Matt’s voice comes through the speaker. “What’s up, Harper? I’m on a call.” He sounds a little irritated that she bothered him, which makes me feel bad, sort of.
“There’s someone here to see you.” She glances at me. “I’m sorry, what’s your name again?”
“Jordan.” Then, with a smile, I add, “His wife.”
She flinches and scowls, completely thrown and flustered.
Matt chuckles on the other end. “You can send her back,” he says before hanging up.
I don’t wait for permission from Harper. I just grin, satisfaction seeping through every inch of me as I turn down the hall that leads to his office.
I knock softly before entering, even though I know he can’t respond.
I lift the bag offood, and his eyes light up when he sees it, holding up a hand and mouthingGive me five.
I walk over to his sitting area and pull out the sushi, setting up a little spread for him.
I cross my legs, leaning back on his couch. Might as well use this time to respond to some work emails. I don’t have a lot of time before I need to leave, so I hope his call doesn’t last long.
Sabrina texts me.
Sabrina
Picking up lunch for the hubby… four weeks max
I laugh softly, Matt’s gaze pulling to me. His brows furrow in question and I shake my head.
BET ME.
Sabrina
$300. Just enough to make it interesting.
You’re on.
I’m not even worried.
Because it’s not happening.
Matt knows it. I know it.
I scroll down to the unread message from my mamá. She sent it two days ago. I haven’t opened it because I didn’t need to. It’s short. To the point. And I read it when it came in as a notification.You owe your yiayiá and pappoús an apology.
Yeah… I guess I do.
But don’t they owe me one? Doesn’t everyone?
All I did was live. I made a choice that affected my life to help someone in need—two people in need. People who have always loved me no matter what and never judged. And somehow I’m still the one made to feel bad. I always end up apologizing.
This will be no different, I’m sure of it. It’s only amatter of time.
Matt finally ends his call, standing immediately to join me on the couch.
“Sorry to keep you waiting. Today’s been a shitshow.” He sits down beside me and leans forward, picking up his chopsticks. “Aren’t you eating?”
