She was wearing a bright green dress, something that actually was made
from cotton and wasn’t retro. It went down to her knees, had a large bow at
the waist, and a cute sweetheart neckline. She’d paired it with black flats
and a black cardigan. She had her hair down, curled into cascading ringlets.
“Hey.” Kiera clutched hard at the door. Her stomach hurt and her legs felt
wobbly.
“I was wondering if you had a few minutes to talk.”
Kiera hedged. Sh
e figured she was going to have to have this
conversation sooner rather than later and avoiding it would only make her
feel worse. Living with anxiety and apprehension, especially when it was
self-created and self-induced really sucked.
“I…”
“Not here. Maybe a café or something?”
“No.” Kiera dropped her eyes, embarrassed at her hasty response.
“Nowhere public. And I agree. Not here.” She’d done enough tampering
with the security system over the weekend. She didn’t want to have to
explain to Wynn or anyone else why another chunk of footage suddenly
went missing.
“Oh, well, if you’re comfortable, we could go to my apartment. It’s not
nice. It’s small and—”
“Yes. That’s fine.” Why did I just agree to that? Now that she had, she
couldn’t pull the words back, and it would be rude to change her mind.
Maybe it was just impossible to deny what she really wanted.
Flustered, Kiera turned and walked quickly back to her desk. She shut
her laptop, grabbed her leather jacket, and grabbed her purse. She shouldn’t
have agreed to go to Romi’s place. Just the thought of being alone there
produced all the wild, hormonal, chemical reactions she’d come to expect.
And dread, because she couldn’t control them.
What was worse? Feeling everything and fearing it, or chasing Romi