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“I’m just concerned . . .”
“Enough, Jenny,” I snap, cutting her off. “I am not explaining myself to you. I heard you were rude to her yesterday.” Juliet didn’t tell me this, but I’m reading between the lines. She was definitely ruffled about something after I returned to my office. Knowing Jenny like I do, I know something happened while I was out of my office.
She steps back onto her back foot, affronted.
“You treat Juliet with utmost respect at all times, or you will have me to deal with. Do I make myself clear?”
She twists her lips, annoyed. “Yes, sir.”
I exhale, frustrated. Seriously . . . is everyone purposely trying to piss me off?
She walks toward the door and turns back to me. “You have a visitor waiting in the lounge. Michael Swartz.”
“Send him in.”
“Yes, sir.” She disappears out of the office.
Juliet
I turn onto my street, deep in thought. My eyes instantly go to Henley’s house. It’s in all darkness. It’s after midnight. He’s obviously asleep.
We didn’t speak today.
It’s fine. He’s going to call me tomorrow. Stop overthinking everything. I exhale heavily. God, I hate this. The man has me jumpy. His past behavior has been so sporadic that I have no idea if his craziness will return to ruin my love life.
I walk in and go straight to my back door. Barry is wagging his tail like the best friend that he is. “Hello, my little man,” I coo. “Come inside, big boy.”
He runs in and dives in his bed, all excited. I think I’m going to get him a companion. I hate that he’s here alone while I’m at work.
But what if I get him a friend and they hate each other and fight all day while I’m gone? Hmm, I’ll have to think some more about that one. I peer through my kitchen window over to Henley’s house. Maybe I should text him?
No.
Stop being needy.
Ugh, I hate that he didn’t call me today. I want him to miss me like I miss him.
I make myself a piece of toast and sit down and watch the late news. Eventually I drag myself from the couch. I grab a towel and take a shower in the downstairs bathroom. The water pressure upstairs is killing me, and I seriously do not have the patience for a pissant dribble of hot water tonight.
I want fire hose pressure, hard enough to strip this shitty feeling that I have on my skin.
I really thought he would call; damn it, why hasn’t he?
Didn’t he miss me at all today?
I get out and dry myself off, and with a towel wrapped around myself, I open the back door so that I can look over the fence at his house one last time, just to be sure he’s not awake and waiting for me.
Darkness.
Honestly . . .
What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I overthinking everything? Being in love with this man has me jumpy as all hell.
It is late . . .
Tomorrow is a new day.
I make my way upstairs and into my bedroom and walk into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I flick the light on. I jump with fright. “What the fuck?”
