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With Landon…
Who I needed to stop thinking about and get some work done.
I hadn’t been doing so for very long when Jeremy walked into my office, closed the door, and sat down.
Nice. “Come on in. Make yourself at home.” I took a minute before looking up from my computer even though I hadn’t been accomplishing much of anything.
“Vegas.”
It was time. Normally I’d counter with something sarcastic, or pretend I didn’t know what he was talking about. I hated bullshitting Jeremy though, because I actually trusted him. Liked him. Was honored to call himfriend. Also, I was feeling a little beaten down, missing Landon.
“It was fun,” I said. “Heard you saw the pictures.”
“I did. You. Megan. The stripper.”
Something inside me cracked. “Landon. His name is Landon.”
“I know.”
“What is this? Do you want me to admit that Megan and I are—”
Jeremy held up a finger. “Please.Godplease, spare me details and don’t finish that thought. I don’t care what you were about to say. Here’s the thing…” He scrubbed his face. “I know how the two of you feel about each other. I also know I wouldn’t be your friend if you were actually the irredeemable asshole you want people to think you are. You and Megan are good together. So… You don’t need my blessing to date my sister. Who she sees is up to her. But I can’t think of anyone I’d rather see with her. Keep being good to her.”
“I will. Always.”
“I know,” Jeremy said again. He stood. “Anyway, back to work.”
“That’s it?”
He shrugged. “Unless you want the conversation to be more painful.”
I really didn’t.
Jeremy left, and I tried again to work. Not easy with the voices in my head that sounded like Luna or Landon or—
Landon needed to walk out of my head the way he had walked out of my house last night. What happened last week, this weekend, was done and over. But every time I ran across a piece of testing involved in his work yesterday, I was thinking about him again.
He fit in here, the way he had with our group when we moved Megan into Carly’s. But regardless of what Luna thought she saw in her cards, I wasn’t anyone’s balance or impulsiveness. Or protector. Only for Megan. For the people I cared about.
“Hey, I need your guy’s contact information for payroll.” Elliot walked into my office without invitation.
Holy fuck, it was like the local furniture store during a Memorial Day sale in here—everyone was stopping by for the free hot dogs and no one cared about the work.
“He’s not my guy.” I knew instantly Elliot was talking about Landon, and it seemed like there was no way to escape these thoughts. I was about to do something very impulsive, and I had to do it before I talked myself out of it. “Speaking of, you should give him a job. He’s good at what he does, even if he’s still learning.”
Elliot leaned against my far wall, arms crossed. “We don’t just hire people that way.”
True. We were more stringent about how we picked people out, because of the higher risk for the way we worked being perceived as either harassment or an excuse to harass. “He gets along with me. With Luna.” In other words, he’d fit in great here.
“That worries me.” Elliot didn’t seem to agree. “Megan likes him?”
Megan lo— “She does. And don’t you dare say…” that Megan didn’t have the best track record with men.
“I don’t have to.”
I rose from my desk. “I’ll warn you first, because we have a history. I have to deck you for that.”
“I didn’t mean to imply anything.” Elliot rarely backed down, but that didn’t mean I was ready to forgive him. “Besides, if you hit me maybe I won’t hire your guy.”
