A tiny bit.
Like half a percent.
The lock disengaging echoed in the small space, and he opened the door for me. “Have a good day.”
“You, too,” I muttered as I forced myself to walk.
I expected Maddie to be waiting anxiously in the lobby for me, but she wasn’t there. Neither was Tripp—though that part was less surprising. No one was in the expansive waiting area.
Well, no one but the brightly colored fish in the impressive water feature built into the brick wall.
Not for the first time, I was struck by the insanity that Maddie was dating a man who owned such a successful firm. Not that she didn’t deserve the world. If anything, the hotshot lawyer should thank his lucky stars he had her. But of the three of us, Maddie had dated the least. She’d never been in a rush to settle into something serious. She always said she would know when she found the right guy, and I guessed she was right.
I waited for a few moments before it became clear that Maddie wasn’t going to appear. Assuming she was in Easton’s office, I walked down the long hall and turned before pausing outside his closed door.
It wasn't latched, though, because when I knocked, it swung open in time for me to see Maddie climbing to her feet.
Either she just fell or…
I didn’t actually think it was anything obscene. It wasn’t like she was under his desk or even close enough forthatto work.
Easton had BDE, but it stood for Big Dick Energy not big dick extendo.
The way her cheeks flushed said I’d definitely interrupted something, though.
“Hey, you’re here!” she said, a touch too chipper.
“I told you I was on my way.”
She lifted a shoulder. “I thought you would talk yourself out of it.”
I thought so, too.
“There’s still time,” I said.
“There really isn’t.”
Before I could ask what that meant, Easton stood and came around his desk. “I’m going to check that Tripp is set.” He dropped a kiss to Maddie’s mouth and disappeared.
“Wait, Tripp is here already?” Even with all my stalling outside, I was still fifteen minutes early. I’d assumed Tripp would stroll in at our arranged time.
Or late.
Or not at all.
“He’s been here for over an hour,” Maddie shared.
“Why?”
I just got another half-assed shrug.
I eyed the doorway. “This is going to be a waste of time, isn’t it? And then it’ll be awkward for you. And Easton. And it?—”
“I’m supposed to be the dramatic one,” she cut in with a laugh. “It’s just a job interview. One that’ll go smoothly. Honestly, this arrangement is so perfect, I’m shocked I didn’t think of it.”
Her enthusiasm was enough to twist my apprehension into suspicion. “If this is all a matchmaking ploy…”
Her blue eyes widened in genuine surprise. “What? No.” She shook her head with each denial for added emphasis. “No, no, no, definitelynot. I like Tripp, but he is not what you need. You and your organizational gift, however, are exactly what he needs.Professionally. That’s it.”
