Barry and I decided that I’d deal with the detective through him going forward. I give him what Jolene told me today.
“Good. I’ll take this to him today.”
“You’ll let me know as soon as you do?”
“I will. And Luke?”
“Yeah?”
“Try and relax. This will be over soon.”
“Easier said than done, Barry.” Not when your whole life hangs on this.
14
Callie
Me: What are you doing?
Luke: Zoning out in front of the TV. Sean’s asleep. How’s work?
Me: Ugh. Please send vodka. This is not how Monday mornings are supposed to go.
Luke: I could make it all better tonight.
Me: Go away.
Luke: Seriously, come over for dinner. My food will make you smile again.
Me: So long as food isn’t code for a body part of yours.
Luke: Do you want it to be?
Me: You’re killing me here, dude.
Luke: Come over tonight. Let me kill you a little more. I promise to wear one of those cottony shirts you love.
Me: Gah! Go away, I have to work.
Luke: See you tonight.
I shove my phone away with a groan. This whole “doing the right thing” is really beginning to suck. And it has only been two weeks. Why do I have to have the beliefs I have? Why can’t I be one of those women who can sleep with a married man and not blink twice?
“Callie, are you good to cover that mother’s charity lunch on Thursday?”
I look up to find my boss peering down at me expectantly. “Definitely. I’ve got it in my diary,” I say with a sweet smile. Shoot me now.
“Great. I have some more functions I want you to cover. I’ll email them through later today. How are you going with the weekend’s events?”
“I’ll have them to you on time.”
He grins. “I knew we hired the right person when we hired you.”
With that, he leaves me alone to die a slow, unhappy death filled with society events.
But at least I have a job, and for that, I’m eternally grateful.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you’d kill me with a cottony shirt, were you?” I ask Luke after he opens his front door to me that night.