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I spurted out a little laugh in shock, because that was the last thing I’d expected him to say. “I don’t think so. I mean, I haven’t seen it. I remember you grabbing your jacket on your way out, but I was so tired that I barely remember you leaving.”
His lips turned up into a naughty smirk, and I felt like a child, like I was about to dissolve into a fit of giggles. “Hmmm.”
“Did you maybe leave it at Starbucks yesterday morning?”
“No, you paid, remember?”
“That’s right.”
“Because you forced me out of bed before six on a Sunday, you sadist.”
I lowered my voice a little and said, “I’m so glad you were with me.”
His lips pursed in anaww, kidkind of way, and he looked sweet when he said, “Me, too. Are you good, by the way?”
I nodded. “Thank you.”
He got a devilish look in his dark eyes and said, “You know I would’ve kicked his ass for you, right?”
“Are you a fighter, Parks?” I asked, smiling because he seemed too smart to be a hothead.
“I delivered the first punch of my life at the wedding last weekend, so absolutely I am.”
“Seriously?” My mouth fell open. “Well youdroppedthat guy, so bravo.”
He leaned closer to the camera and his voice was almost a whisper when he said, “I’m a fucking superhero, remember?”
I gave him an eye roll, but my stomach felt light at the sound of his sex voice. “Did you need anything else, Maxxie? Because some of us have work to do.”
“What are you doing for lunch?”
What?I wasn’t sure if this was real or pretend. “I brought a Lean Cuisine cauliflower crust pizza.”
“Gross. Want to grab Jimmy John’s instead?”
“With you?” I teased, liking the playfulness in his face.
“I mean, I suppose you can sit at a different table and speak to strangers, if you prefer.”
“Yes, I’ll do that.”
“What time do you take lunch?”
“Noonish,” I said, still a little unsure if he was actually going to take me to lunch or if this was all in the name of milking.
“Then I’ll pick you up at noonish for our non-talking, non-table-sharing lunch.”
“Looking forward to it,” I said. “And you better find that wallet, because I’m not paying again.”
“Goodbye, ballbuster,” he said, grinning.
“Later,” I replied, still smiling as he disconnected the call.
I put my phone into my pocket, but not without noticing that Edie was over at the door of Marsha—one of the other VPs—and they were smiling and looking in my direction.
That set me off, and I was on fire the rest of the morning, responding to emails at a fast clip and working on reports and generally being an overachiever.
But then an email came in. From Stuart.
