I shook my head. I didn’t want to explain all my thoughts this morning. Instead, I asked, “How’s Emilia?”
He shot me a thoughtful look. “Good. She’s settling in well.”
I nodded. I knew that. I had Warren Pike back on her about two months ago. I knew she’d just moved back to New York a few days ago, though I hadn’t been to see her. I didn’t know what excuses I could use to see her, even if I had entertained the idea during my every waking hour, since the moment I realized she was moving back.
Not that I told Jace that. I didn’t want to get into my obsessive behavior with him, though I knew if there was one man to understand what I was going through, what I was feeling, it was him.
Another twist of fate, I supposed.
It was easier to sit on the knowledge when she was living in Boston. I wasn’t forced to act. Now, I was running out of time.
“What are you going to do?” Jace asked, and he didn’t need to clarify for me to know what he was talking about.
“I don’t fucking know.”
He grimaced. “Well, you need to decide what you want to do and stick with it. The longer you keep this secret, the harder it’ll come back to bite you in the ass. Trust me, I know this from personal experience.”
“Yeah,I know,” I said. And I did know. I remembered telling Jace the same thing. The thing about giving advice? It was always easier to give it then to take it.
Jace stood up, rasping his knuckles on my desk once. “I have to go. There’s a board meeting this morning about the financial report. My asshole CFO quit on me three years ago, and the company has been in turmoil since.”
I rolled my eyes at the sarcasm in his voice, and flipped him off. He laughed and walked out the door, leaving me alone in my office once more. Usually, I didn’t have any problem with silence. In fact, I thrived in it.
Only this morning, the silence felt almost deafeningly loud.