She side-eyes me. “Yeah, he is. Hey…since when do you say dick? You used to be all buttoned up
and reserved.”
“Honestly, I haven’t really changed. I just kept most things to myself.”
“Huh,” she says, studying me. “You have hidden depths. Well, whatever’s changed, I like it.”
Laughing, I take another bite of my yogurt. “I missed you, you know. I didn’t expect to. It surprised
me.”
“Yeah, I have that effect on people. I’m kinda like a fungus.”
Dropping my head, I let the giggles roll, and her laughter joins mine. I blink quickly to chase the
tears in my eyes away. This feels good. Really good.
As our laughter fades, she stands. “I better get ready. Don’t want to be late on my first day,” she
says through a yawn.
“Wait, what? You already got a job?” Does that mean she’s staying? That’s an equally thrilling
and terrifying thought, because, well…people.
“Yeah,” she says with a snicker. “With you. Your hunky boss slash boyfriend took me aside last
night and offered me the job as your assistant, temporarily anyway.” Then she heads into her room,
humming9-to-5.
“How did I miss that?” I ask the empty hallway.
THIS IS GOOD. BETTER THAN GOOD. IT’S GREAT. IT’S FAMILIAR AND NEW AT THE SAME TIME. YOU’D
never know, looking at her, that Abigail had her heart broken forty-eight hours ago. She’s bright and
lively, directing people away from me when necessary, anticipating my needs before I ever have to
ask, and generally bringing the energy on the marketing floor up to eleven.
I don’t know how she does it, I honestly don’t. But she just brightens up any room she’s in, and
she genuinely seems happy to meet everyone. Zach checked in here and there, but for the most part,
left us to figure out a flow on our own.
Abigail locks her arm with mine as we stroll off the elevator onto the executive floor. She not so
casually peers into offices as we pass, smiling and winking at the men inside. I catch chuckles and a
few winks back. Just like that, she’s comfortable. I’ve been here weeks, I’ve spent time with these
men socially, and I still don’t have that kind of confidence.
We arrive at my office, and she drops into my chair, spinning as she stares up at the ceiling. “This
place is pretty great, huh?”
