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He grins. “And that would be the worst thing to happen.”
“I guess. Sure.”
“You’re not the only one who works at the library.”
“I’m not.”
“What if you got someone else to cover your shift?”
“Okay, that could work. But I have an internship.”
“What’s the worst that could happen there?”
“Personally, I could get fired.”
“So how much income would you lose from that?”
“None. It’s unpaid. But I like my internship. And we’re in the midst of a major fundraising effort. Plus, we’re short-staffed because one of the program coordinators is out on maternity leave.”
“Can you do any of that work remotely?”
It’s my turn to study him. Does he really want me to go to Phuket that badly, or is he just giving me a hard time? I think it’s the latter.
“So tell me more about this wedding in Phuket,” I stall, because even though Darren makes it sound simple, I’m not convinced. “Is it a younger or older sister of JD’s who’s getting married?”
“Younger,” he replies as he finishes off his wine.
“Do you have any siblings?”
“No. JD is the closest thing to a brother for me.”
“Coretta’s kids were like older sisters to me. Even though I didn’t have a dad and my mom wasn’t around much, I still felt like I was part of a family.”
“When was the last time you saw your mother?”
“My high school graduation. My grandmother offered to pay for her flight from Florida at the time. I don’t think she would have come otherwise.”
“That’s harsh.”
I shrug. “I think my mom was genuinely hard up.”
Though it wasn’t like my grandmother had a lot of extra income to spare, but I had overheard her talking to my mother on the phone, insisting that she had to be there for my graduation. My mother would have jumped at the chance to go to Phuket. Who knows, she might be there now with her latest millionaire boyfriend.
But I’m not my mother.
“You said your mom’s not likely to attend the wedding?” I ask.
“She’s looking after a sick relative in Singapore.”
“That’s nice of her. Do you get to see her much?”
He stares at me. “You always ask a guy so many questions?”
“You prefer that we just sit and eat in silence? Although, you’re not even eating,” I point out.
“I’m not hungry.”
But the look he gives me suggests otherwise, only I’m the main course. I take another sip of the water. Part of me wishes I was drinking the wine instead. “I should check to see when Amy plans on heading back.”
