Chapter 8
Friends bring happiness into your life. Best friends bring beer.
“Huh.” I lay my phone down on my desk with a frown on my face.
“What’s wrong?” Hailey asks, and I nearly jump out of my skin.
I place my hand over my erratic heart. “What are you doing? Trying to scare me to death?”
She wrinkles her brow. “I’m standing right beside you. It’s not my fault you weren’t paying attention.” She points to my phone. “What’s going on?”
“Grayson isn’t responding to my messages.”
Phoebe comes running out of her office. “What’s this? Trouble in paradise?”
“Suzie and Grayson are fighting,” Hailey explains except she’s got it all wrong.
“Um, no, Suzie and Grayson aren’t fighting. Suzie’s worried about Grayson is all.” And why am I talking in third person?
Phoebe and Hailey take seats across from me like we’re going to have some kind of girl gab session. Not happening. I wave them away. “Get back to work. Nothing to see here.”
Hailey raises her eyebrow in Phoebe’s direction. “Does she think we’re going to let her off easy?”
“After what she put me through—”
“Us,” Hailey corrects her.
“Right, us. After what she put us through, we are not letting her off the hook.”
I can feel my lips pursing. I didn’t put them through a darn thing. I merely gave their love stories a little push – a loving tap if you will – but my situation with Grayson is completely different. Love is not part of our vocabulary. We’re friends. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Hailey motions with her hand for me to hurry it on up. “Come on. Fill us in.”
There’s nothing to fill her in about. “I already told you. Grayson isn’t answering his messages.”
“Sounds like someone needs to go to his house and check up on him. He may need assistance.” Phoebe winks in case I’m a total moron who didn’t catch her innuendo.
“I don’t know where he lives.”
Hailey snorts. “And you can’t possibly find out.” She motions to my computer. My computer which is full of all kinds of tracking data software.
Phoebe stands. “We have a plan, then. You’ll find his address and go over there and check on him.”
Hailey nods and they both head off to their respective offices. “I didn’t agree to any plan!” I shout at their backs. I get no response from the cheap seats.
Despite not agreeing to this stupid plan, I start up the software I need as soon as their doors shut. I look around to make sure no one’s watching me. What am I doing? It’s not like I’m committing a crime. Geesh. I type in Grayson’s name, and all kinds of stuff comes up, but I ignore it all. I’m not invading his privacy. And finding his address is definitely not an invasion of privacy. It’s not!
I add his address to his contact information in my phone and then sit there staring at it for a good five minutes. Am I seriously going to his place to check up on him? Do friends check up on friends?
“Just go!” Hailey shouts from her office.
“Yes! If I hear you sigh one more time…” Phoebe shouts from hers.
“I’m the eavesdropper in this company, not you guys!”
“What’s good for the goose is good for the gander,” Hailey shouts back.
“Go. Before I make you go,” Ryker growls.