I completely forgot about the break room. It’s not big at all. There’s a small table with three chairs around it. But if I’m the one in there, I should have room to spread out all the boxes.
“Thank you.” The door closes with a soft snick behind me. I put the food back into the bag, grab my phone and water bottle, and head into the small room. Normally I’d be fine eating at my desk, but the impulse to answer the phone if it rings would be too strong.
After laying all the boxes out, I open the lid to each one. There are potato wedges, wings, a small salad, fried pickles, and a small container of ranch dressing. The serving sizes are huge, and I don’ know how he thinks I’m going to eat all this. Plus, I’m not sure how he knew what to get me. All of these are my favorites.
My phone dings and my heart beats faster. Peter’s name flashes on the screen.
Peter
You’re welcome. Hopefully you enjoy.
Callie
Of course I will. It’s all my faves. How did you know?
Peter
I may have had some help.
There’s only one explanation…Lexi. If I had any doubts about her orchestrating time alone with him, they are gone now.
Callie
My child is resourceful when she wants to be.
Peter
It worked out in my favor. What time do you get off?
Callie
5. Why? What’s up?
Peter
No reason. But try not to avoid coming home.
He said home. Not his place…home. As if that’s something that could be considered for me, too. It was probably just a slip of the tongue. My entire body warms at the thought.
Callie
Why?
Peter
You’ll find out when you get here.
Callie
Okay.
Peter
For once, you’re not arguing.
Callie
I can change that.
