She could imagine Christina’s eyes on her back as they walked, but she had
no idea what the other woman saw when she looked at her.
Was she judging her for wearing the same cheap, thrift store clothing
from the day before? Did those bright blue eyes assess her, judging her
potential? Did they linger on any part of her body?
Whoa. Stop. That’s totally out of line. Just because she isn’t wearing a
wedding ring doesn’t mean that she’s checking you out.
Christina probably wasn’t even looking in Taylor’s direction. No, those
wintry blues were probably wandering around, taking in all the details of
the office while Christina thought ahead to the next meeting on her
schedule. Taylor was probably just another name on her list or just another
digit in a long, numbered lineup of clients for the week.
“Have a good afternoon. I’ll call you at nine tomorrow, if that works for
you?” Christina asked pleasantly when they were back out in the reception
area.
Taylor nodded. “Yes. Thank you.”
She watched Christina turn and walk off. She tore her eyes away before
the receptionist sitting behind the desk could catch her looking. Taylor
exited the building into the bright September sun. It was warm out, so she
wasn’t sure why she felt chilled. Maybe it was just residual numbness,
shock, and surprise lingering from everything that just happened.
None of it really made any sense. Taylor knew for sure that it was the
strangest thing that had ever happened to her. She couldn’t wait to get home
and call Adriana and tell her what happened. She hadn’t even briefed her on
the failed meeting from yesterday. She knew that Juliana would be at work,
but since Adriana only worked evenings, she’d be at home.
Taylor spotted a coffee shop down the street. Even though she really
couldn’t afford a five-dollar coffee, she decided to treat herself. She’d call
Adriana from there, over a dark, spicy espresso, and tell her what Taylor
could only assume was good news, mystifying or not.