Meyer nods. “My crafting setup makes her break out in hives.”
I chuckle at that as I carefully set Gatsby back in his carrier. “Well, I think I owe you a therapy fee after this visit,” I tease.
Meyer hefts the cat carrier with both hands. “No problem. You can pay me in good coffee. Or something juicy about your roommate.”
“Miles?” I ask as I peel the gloves and toss them in the garbage.
“Unless you have another roommate, then yes.”
“I thought you knew him pretty well.”
“He was friends with Kingston in college. I like him. He’s outgoing and fun, but there’s something…” Meyer hesitates for a moment. Then, with both arms shaking, holding the crate, she blurts out, “But he’s careful to keep people at a distance. A lot like you. You both keep people out by being friendly. You’re both surface-level friendly without ever really getting deep with people.”
I laugh at that absurd observation. “Okay, Dr. Meyer. Let me know when I can come lie on your couch again.”
Meyer shakes her head and smirks. “See? Deflecting.”
I hold the door open for her.
“Come over for dinner soon!” she calls back as she heads to the lobby of the clinic.
She’s so kind. And everything that Willa needs in her life. So where does that leave me?
EIGHT
Miles
When I step off the elevator at Kappa Holdings, I’m immediately in the office space.
There’s a reception desk and seating, an open area with tables and some large desk cubicles, the printer room, and then the wall of private offices.
Mine is next to Kingston’s, and as I walk past Thea’s office, I risk a glance inside. I wave at Thea, who raises her eyebrows at me.
She glances down at her watch in an exaggerated manner, then scrunches her brows together. “Barely on time there, Mr. Granger.”
“But still on time,” I reply with a wince.
I love Thea. In a strictly platonic way. She’s a fantastic CFO—brilliantly efficient, with a wicked sense of humor. She’s perfect for this office. Kingston and I could disappear tomorrow, and the business would probably continue without a glitch, thanks to Thea.
Opening the door to my space, I take a deep breath as I stare at my chair, waiting for me.
There’s a long list of things waiting to be done. I need to start reviewing applications for businesses that will be part ofour newest acquisition. The Legacy building is the largest in Green Valley, and Kappa Holdings recently acquired it, thanks to Kingston and Willa’s efforts.
But now my work begins. I have to sort through what businesses we want to lease to.
I get my computer booted up, and I’m typing in my birthday as my password when Kingston walks in. He must’ve already been in his office, but now he’s sitting across from me in a plush leather chair.
He drums his fingers together and stares at me in a discomfiting way. He might be my best friend, but he also knows how to be annoying. Or maybe it’sbecausehe’s my best friend that he knows which buttons to push.
“So, I heard you have a new roommate.”
I glance at him in surprise.
“I guess Lucy must’ve finally told Willa,” I say.
“You didn’t think to tell me? I’m your best friend.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Do you really care, Kingston?”
