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Annie
“Ialmost kissed him.” I flail on the couch and throw my arm over my eyes.
“I hate to break this to you, but rumors are flying at work.”
I bolt up, lasering my focus on Mae. She nods, answering my unasked question.
“Why? We’ve been nothing but professional.”
She raises her palms as though weighing them back and forth. “Didn’t you just say you almost kissed him?”
“This is amazing. I’ll write a thank you note for you to send them.” Beth keeps pulling out items Blair Peterson was nice enough to send to her.
“I’m so screwed. You have no idea how much sex appeal he has.” I slump back into the couch.
“Oh, I know.” Mae grabs a cookie from the table, sitting cross-legged on the chair and staring at me as though she’s happy it’s me and not her. “We’ve been drooling over him for the past two years. Well, me only a year, but let’s not forget your first day at Jacobson and Earl.”
“Ugh.” My throat strangles the sound of my frustration. “How can I forget?”
“I think he knew of you.” Mae smiles to make me feel better. She’s a good friend.
“Seriously, we have enough to stuff to last a lifetime, Sam!” Beth yells.
“Awesome!” he yells back.
The baby screams a second later.
Mae and I laugh.
“I’ll be back,” Beth stands.
“I got it, babe,” Sam calls, and Beth sits back down, digging through the box as if it’s from Sephora. I don’t get the appeal. It’s a bunch of lotions and soaps and diapers.
“That’s a good guy in there,” I say.
“He is,” Mae says.
“For sure,” I add.
“Back to your first day. Remember?”
“Yes, Mae, I remember. I remember every embarrassing moment of it.”
“Why don’t I know this?” Beth looks up. I didn’t even think she was listening.
“Because you were in Samland. Newlyweds don’t really see what’s going on outside of their love bubble.” The bitterness in my tone surprises even me. Beth’s forehead crinkles, and I feel guilty for her thinking I’m not happy for her. My shoulders sag. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
Her gaze falls down, and she buries her head back in the box.
“She was in the lobby, getting her security pass, and afterward she was running late, so she ran smack dab into him,” Mae says, and I can tell she’s enjoying sharing this with my sister.
“I didn’t account for how long it would take at security. I had to show my license and sign something. I figured they’d have called down and already have my tag ready.” I use the same excuse I do every time we travel down this particular memory lane.
“That’s it? That’s not so bad,” Beth says, her head still in the box. I make a mental note to get her baby supplies the next time I piss her off.
“The two of them ran into one another at the elevators.”
