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Get my shit together.
Breathe normally.
Don’t pass out.
Ignore the fact that washi tape sent me into a panic attack.
Attend the rest of my meetings for the day.
Return phone calls. Emails. Do that podcast scheduled for dinnertime.
Work.
Plan the next day.
Sleep in my office.
And mostly importantly, ignore the fact that Joel buying me washi tape had sent me spiraling and that worse, he’d surely seen.
The list helped me focus, and I sucked in my first full breath in what felt like an eternity, loosening my grip on my hair, bracing my hand on my knees, preparing to stand.
When I felt it.
When I felthim.
That churning began again, low in my belly, gripping tight to my lungs.
I straightened fully and turned.
He was there, his face soft. “What was that baby?”
So,somany things.
A fucking nightmare and a dream and a lifetime of—
“Nothing,” I said, lifting my chin, straightening my shoulders. “I just needed to take a walk.”
He lifted his brows. “You needed to take a walk?”
“Yup.”
Now I was going to take one back to my car and get the fuck out of here.
I brushed by him, but he caught my arm.
“A walk to the bathrooms?”
Right. That was weird. But I was nothing if not resourceful. I swung an arm out. “I needed to make sure everything was rebuilt correctly.”
His mouth turned up. “And you did that checking by crouching on the ground and almost pulling your hair out?”
Damn.
The man had noticed.
Then again, he seemed to notice everything.
“I was”—here I faltered, taking a minuscule pause to sort my head (and come up with my excuse)—“making sure they backfilled the foundation correctly with the right material.”
