Page 24 of Triplet Babies for my Ex's Best Friend

CHAPTER FIVE

Addy

Oh.

Oh no.

No, no, no.

Absolutely not.

This isnothappening.

There are approximately eight billion people on this planet. Probably more. I don’t know. I didn’t Google it before walking into this interview because I assumed, foolishly, that basic statistical probability was on my side.

And yet…

Here he is.

The man from the plane, from the bathroom, the man who…

Nope. Not finishing that thought. Not in what I'm increasingly realizing is the most important job interview of my entire life.

I stop dead in the doorway like someone just hit pause on my existence.

He’s sitting behind a desk because clearly the universe looked at my already fragile mental state and said,you know what would really spice things up? Let’s make the one-nightstand billionaire pilot the same man interviewing her for employment.

Love that.

Big fan.

Really enjoying this journey for me.

I consider pretending I’ve walked into the wrong room. Like, just slowly backing out.

Except he’s already looking at me.

His gaze locks onto mine with immediate recognition, entirely too aware, and I feel it all the way down to my toes.

Cool, cool, cool. We’re both remembering. Fantastic.

This is exactly the kind of shared memory you want with your potential employer.

I swallow.

Do not panic.

We're going to act like a professional, we’re going to pretend we’ve never seen this man before in our lives, we're going to…

“Miss Clarke?”

His voice.

Oh, that’s worse, significantly worse, because it’s the same voice. Calm. Controlled. Deep in a way that feels unfair.

Nothing about him suggests anything happened.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think I imagined the entire plane situation.