Meg finally returns to rescue me, thank goodness. “Sorry. Mo was so excited when he heard I was looking for a house. Says he knows just the place that would be perfect for me, but it’s not on the market yet.”
“That sounds like the start of a horror movie.” I would know. After that night of forcing myself to watch clips, all my ads since are for slasher flicks.
Rebecca shoves her hair back from her face, no longer smiling. “I’ll give you a horror movie. One day you’re happy, the next, the guy you’ve been dating since college cheats on you.”
Oh no. Oh god. Why can’t we be on the fifth frame so all the negativity can go away?
Meg, bless her heart, intervenes so I don’t have to. “I’m so sorry to hear that.” She presses a hand to Rebecca’s shoulder.
“Not as sorry as me. This isn’t the first time, either. Back in college he slept with one of my sorority sisters. I feel like such an idiot for forgiving him.”
“You’re not an idiot. He is.” That, I can say with absolute certainty. Joshua lying-cheating-ratbag is the biggest idiot/jerk/asshole I’ve ever had the displeasure of knowing.
“I don’t know how he does it. Every time I think we’re done, he finds some way to wheedle back into my life. Not this time, though. This time, he’s dead to me.”
I raise my previously untouched beer into the air for a much-needed toast. “Glenn doesn’t need a man.”
Rebecca chuckles, tapping her aluminum can against mine. “Hell no, she doesn’t.”
Meg adds her can as well. “To Erwin, Glenn, and Harry. Three strong, independent women.”
Meg was right. Rebecca did need this.
And maybe I did too.
CHAPTER 27
LOREN
MEG
Mayday! Mayday!
Get here ASAP
Thankfully,when that message came through, I was already pulling into the office parking lot.
My purse slams into my side as I jog toward the main doors
What could possibly be wrong?
The text sounded dire, but Meg has been known for crying “mayday” when the coffee shop she visits religiously has run out of her favorite vanilla creamer.
As I ascend the stairs to our department’s floor, I don’t know what I’m walking into.
It isn’t until I round the wall of cubicles to see Levi and Holly standing by the whiteboard, staring blankly at the wall, that I realize Meg meant mayday-mayday.
I’ve never seen my department look so devastated. Even Holly is as white as the foam cup in her hand.
“What happened? Did someone die?” Freddie down in accounts, the oldest person in this company, celebrated hissixty-fifth birthday last week. Did something happen to poor Freddie?
“I wish,” Holly whispers.
Well, that’s dark, especially for the happiest woman I know.
The Librarian pops his head up from his cubicle. “Holly sent the wrong spots.” It’s the first time I’ve ever heard Carson speak at full volume.
Tears flood Holly’s eyes as she confirms the accusation with a nod.
