Truman yelps as I race outside and a big fat raindrop lands on his nose.
“Don’t freak out. We’ll be home soon.”
Home…
Except it’s earlier than I’d normally go home. Nathan is there with his affair partner. I know he is.
I’m not going back up to that office, even if I did leave my umbrella there.
Also, my phone keeps going off, every little vibration, every noise, every sharp ring making me clench my teeth. Is it Brock? Is it Andreas?
I finally answer it.
“What?”
“You’re avoiding me.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Then I guess you’ll have no problem coming into my office.”
It’stwo buses to make it to the RDC offices, all in the pouring rain.
By the time I limp inside, my clothes are plastered to my skin, my feet squelch in my heels, and my hair is a rat’s nest. Truman is the only one of us who’s dry because he hid in his tote bag the entire journey.
The office is dead when I drip to the bathroom to blot myself with paper towels. I twist my engagement ring back onto my finger and duck under the hand dryer.
The only sound other than my phone, which goes off every ten seconds, is the annoyinglick, licknoise Truman makes as he cleans his paws.
McCarthy’s watching me when I walk into his office. He studies every inch of my soaking-wet body intently, like I’m a brand-new product delivered fresh from the factory floor, all for him to light on fire and explode.
Feeling raw, I clutch my bag to my chest.
His eyes immediately track the engagement ring as I set out my revised ten-step plan.
Truman hops up on the CEO’s desk like he owns it and surveys the room.
McCarthy shoves my papers aside so they spill on the floor. He scoots Truman over a little more gently then sits on the edge of his desk.
“Did you figure out who he’s cheating on you with yet? Do I need to buy you more self-help books?” He’s infuriating, and he knows it.
I twist the engagement ring on my finger. “Nathan’s not cheating.” I kneel down to grab the papers so I don’t look up at McCarthy. “You were wrong.” My teeth are clenched so hard they’re going to be driven into my skull. It would hurt less than Nathan’s betrayal.
McCarthy can’t know.
I don’t want him to see me cry.
“We’re in love.”
“He can’t love you that much if he isn’t giving you a baby.”
Doeshe know?
Of course not. He can’t know.
“I bet you don’t even have a real wedding date set.”
He’s just fishing.
