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“Tell me how Maverick’s trainer is doing?” I shake away the idea that any of the time I’m spending with these guys is real and get to talking about something that is.
Over a second bottle of wine and a ridiculously big hamburger that we split three ways, Maverick getting most of it, I find out his training isn’t working out. He’s too reactive.
“I told Freya, the weekend manager, I can come by tomorrow and Sunday.” I miss Ash and will die of anxiousness waiting to see him if I stay home all day and do nothing.
We finish the wine and the food and Zara announces she has to get Maverick back. I get hugs and kisses before they go.
I feel good but dread going home to Ford’s empty duplex.
As Zara walks down the street with Maverick, many people stop to pet him even though he’s wearing a vest that clearly says not to.
I laugh, and since it’s a gorgeous night, I decide to walk across town to Ford’s apartment. But I catch a limo pulling into Emery’s courtyard and the license plate glows off the street light.
MrsAustn
I lose my breath. Emery’s ex-wife. She has her own limo? Withhisname on it?
Emery is spending the weekend with her. She’sgetting a jump on things showing up at the office. I bet Jess mentioned me. Not to hurt me. But to spite her mother.
With eighty percent curiosity and twenty percent soul-sucking jealousy, I head back to the office under the ruse I left something behind.
The limo idles in the courtyard, and with the tinted windows, I can’t tell ifMrsAustnis inside the car or inside the building.
I key in with my pass card like I have been all week, my heart pounding as the doors to the executive floor open.
Some office buildings keep the lights on 24/7.
But not Emery’s.
He’s very environmentally conscious, and with everyone gone, the floor is mostly dark, except for soft pin lights above the baseboard.
Turning the corner, my heart stops, seeing Emery’s office lights on. Full blast.
He’s still here.
Is he with his ex?
I remind myself, I just met him.
Even though Jess painted a picture of a concrete divorce, he and his ex had something at one time. They had a baby. Raised a daughter. How could she not want him anymore?
Playing dumb, I enter the door code.
You can enter any time on your own...
Stepping inside Emery’s office, my dread materializes. A tall and thin woman with blonde hair and high heels holds Emery’s tie, pulling him down for a kiss. “Please, Emery. Just one.”
I gasp and meet his eyes when he turns around.
“Excuse me, sir, I didn’t realize you had a guest.”
“Damn right, he does.” The woman narrows cold gray eyes on me. “And I’m not aguest. I’m hiswife.”
The small smile lifting her fake, bee-stung lips suggest Jess told her about Emery’s month-long arrangement, and she knows exactly who I am.
How many curvy redheads just happen to have the code to his office?
“Good night, sir.” I close the door, fast walk to the elevator, and thump the call button. “Come on!”
