Kelly narrowed her eyes. “Give me her name. That’s all I want.”
Marcia hesitated. “Kelly, if something happened between you and Spencer, I really shouldn’t get involved.”
“Marcia, please. I have to know.”
Marcia’s gaze cut to the tall brunette woman posting a sign-up sheet in the break room for a company picnic. She’d arrived at the store a few days ago and introduced herself as Diana Sinclair, the daughter of the owners.
And yesterday, she’d led their first staff meeting in Spencer’s absence. She’d been peppy and enthusiastic, the ultimate cheerleader in spiked heels. Yes, there would be some changes within the store, but they were for everyone’s benefit. And oh yeah, have a cookie.
Between Leigh and this new chick, Kelly was starting to intensely dislike peanut butter.
It took a minute, but Marcia’s interest in the attractive brunette finally made sense. So the snake in the grass had returned home. Quite coincidental actually, considering Spencer had supposedly met with the owners Saturday night and yet he’d come back smelling like eau de skank.
Kelly slipped her hands in the pockets of her simple patchwork dress. The look was a bit more country casual than she usually went for, but today she’d decided to pay full homage to her beatnik heritage. She wore clogs and socks to go with the dress her mother had made, completely unconcerned about her appearance. Why bother dressing up? What was the point? But now, she had new resolve.
She murmured to Marcia, “Did he meet with her the other night?”
“I don’t know.”
“Of course you don’t.” There was only way to find out if she’d misconstrued everything. She’d just have to ask her new boss exactly how friendly she got with her underlings.
Good thing she’d never been one to stand on ceremony.
“What exactly is going on with you guys?” Marcia asked.
“Spencer and me? Nothing. We’re officially dormant.” She gave Marcia her sunniest smile. “Leave Ms. Sinclair and me alone for a little chat, would you?”
“Kel, I need you on the floor.”
She shooed Marcia away with a flap of her hands. “I’ll be there soon. Promise.”
“Kelly, wait.” Marcia grabbed her arm and tugged her up the hall, stopping well out of listening distance. Great sign. “There’s something you should know.”
Kelly pressed a hand against her uneasy stomach. She had enough to deal with right now. Did Marcia really need to tack on more? “Okay.”
“I was the one who gave Spencer your phone,” she said in a low voice.
Kelly narrowed her eyes. “What?”
“It was me.” She sighed and gazed at the toes of her plum pumps. “You must’ve left it on the table when you had lunch with Cale and he came to me to ask my opinion.”
“Your opinion on what? And why the hell didn’t he just return it?” Kelly crossed her arms over her chest.
Cripes, how many more people she cared for would she have to forget about this week?
“He knew you had the hots for Spencer and he figured this would push you together.” The corner of her mouth tipped up. “Well, he figured that eventually. It took some convincing.”
Kelly worked on taking even breaths. “He figured telling other employees about my list would push us together, huh? And what exactly was his reasoning for nosing through my files to begin with?”
Then again, she was the genius who had used the lamest passcode ever. Served her right.
“He only told me. I told Tony. The phone was in lockscreen mode and he doublechecked to make sure it was yours—“
“Nice try.” Kelly rolled her eyes. “He didn’t know it was mine?”
“He said he wanted to be sure.” Marcia shrugged. “And the list was right there. He couldn’t resist when he saw the name of the file.”
Kelly winced. Yeah, a file namedTop Ten To Fuckwould probably get some notice. That she’d renamed it as a joke between her and Alana after her best friend had been named one of the top ten photographers to watch in the Roanoke area didn’t really make her feel better.