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“I was calling to see how you were doing.”
“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Another pause on her end. “Never mind,” she finally mutters. “Just ignore me.”
“Okay.” I draw out the word, setting my sandwich down and brushing the crumbs off my hands. “Now you havemeworried aboutyou.”
She laughs, but I know it’s one of her fake ones. Megan has never been good at acting. I should know, I was in the one middle school play she participated in. To say it was a disaster is an understatement.
“Don’t worry about me,” she says, trying her best to sound sincere. “I’m just peachy.”
“Your horrible acting skills are no better than they used to be,” I inform her. “Now, why don’t you tell me the truth?”
The speaker crackles, like she just let out a huff of air. “Fine. Just some stupid shit at work. Nothing I can’t handle.”
“Uh oh.” I grin. “Is Mr. CEO giving you trouble again?”
Wyatt Foster, Megan’s boss and head of the company she works for, has been giving her grief since he took over the company a year ago. She has a major crush on him and he won’t give her the time of day, despite the heated glances she claims he gives her on occasion. When he’s forced to communicate with her, his words are clipped and filled with animosity.
“Yes!” Megan answers a bit too quickly. “Trouble with the asshole again.”
Something tells me she’s lying and is using my guess as an excuse. I want to call her out on it and demand she tell me the truth, but decide to remain silent. For whatever reason, she doesn’t want to talk about what’s bothering her. As close as Megan and I are—for the most part, we’ve always told each other everything—I know there are times when a person just needs to work through their own issues.
“Whatever it is, Megs, I’m always here when you’re ready to talk,” I say quietly.
“You know I’m here for you too, don’t you, Cat?”
“Of course. That’s what best friends are for.” I get up from my stool and carry my plate to the sink. “So, when are you coming to visit me?”
Megan and I met in kindergarten and were thick as thieves all through school. A few years ago, she moved an hour away for her current job. I don’t get to see her as often, and although we talk on the phone regularly, I miss seeing my best friend in person.
“I’ll be in town in a couple of weeks. Think you can wait that long?” she asks in amusement.
I let out a long dramatic sigh. “Fine. If I must.”
She laughs, which brings out my own smile.
“How’s Hunter doing?”
“He’s great.”
“Everything okay between you two?”
“Yes,” I reply slowly, my brows dropping low. “Megan, what is go—”
“Sorry,” she says, interrupting me. “I’ve got to go. I’ll call you in a few days.”
My frown is still in place as I stare down at the phone, watching the words “Call Ended” blink on the screen.
What in the hell was that about?
I shake my head. There’s no telling with Megan. I love my best friend, but she can be a bit weird sometimes.
With my mind refreshed and the hunger ache in my stomach gone, I head back to my office to tackle my characters once again.
* * *
Later that afternoon,I’ve just shut down my computer when I hear the front door open and the beeping of the alarm as Hunter disengages then resets it. The alarm system we had installed years ago is always set when we’re in the house. Hunter is adamant about it, which suits me just fine. It’s the only thing that makes me feel secure and safe when Hunter isn’t here.
