“So, I come over and I help with that. When we put him to bed, we talk details.” Again, he speaks like we’re formulating a plan for a business trip.
“I appreciate that, but I’ll take care of Josh tonight. If you really need to talk, you can stop by at eight. I should have him in bed by then.”
Mr. Mathers nods one single time and sits back at his desk, refocusing on his computer. “It sounds like we have a deal. I’ll see you at eight.”
I’ve agreed to a lot of ridiculous things in my life. Hell, I once jumped off a lakeside cliff on a dare and spent a week in the hospital with a broken rib. I should’ve learned my lesson, but I did the same thing that following summer. Thankfully, the second time I leapt without injury, but that doesn’t change the fact that I shouldn’t have done it.
I also married a man when I was twenty, believing it was true love. He left me with one great souvenir, a mountain of debt, and a broken heart. I’ve sworn off men since.
Deep down, I shouldn’t even pretend to like my boss. He’s rude, rough, and all he’s focused on is himself. Yet here I am, walking out of the lodge with a fuzzy excited feeling in my stomach for what lies ahead.
Someone send help. I have a feeling I’m going to need it.