Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
“All right there, killer. We don’t need to be planning a rebellion or anything. I told Ollie he just needs to keep working, and if he works hard enough, there’s no way he can’t play him. It will work out.”
She rolls her eyes. “I like my way better.”
I get up and move toward her, leaning against my desk. “I feel like your way may end up with someone in jail.”
She lifts her shoulders and shrugs like facing jail time would be worth it or something.
I lift my chin at her. “All right, so how’s your schedule for this week? Anything going on?”
I try to be nonchalant about it, but I’m sure it’s obvious that I’m trying to find out if she’s going on any more dates.
She leans back in her chair. “I have a meeting with the new office supply store in Jasper. I think we can get paper and toner cheaper than what we’re paying right now. I also plan to post some more ads for help. I know we can find better applicants than Ms. Jones.”
I cross my arms over my chest and try to appear relaxed. I normally try to refrain from asking anything personal, but besides being worried about her with Carrie married now, I’m also wondering if she has any more dates planned. “So how’s it going with Carrie? You doing okay at the house by yourself?”
“Carrie is loving her honeymoon. She and Philip are having a blast, and well, I haven’t really had time to notice Carrie being gone. She’s made it so that I stay busy while she’s away.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask as my stomach drops. I have a feeling I know what she’s about to say.
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, uh, I have another date tonight.”
I pop off the edge of my desk and walk around to sit down in my chair. I’m trying to act like I’m not bothered, but my jaw tightens. “I thought you weren’t going out with that guy again.”
Her face turns red. “Uh, yeah, this is a different guy. I really think that Carrie was worried about me, and she set me up with some dates while she was gone. Either that, or she thought I couldn’t get one on my own. But yeah, we’re going dancing at the Whistler tonight.”
Gritting my teeth, I ask her, “Someone you know?”
She nods. “Well, I met him at the wedding. He works with Philip.”
I’m on the verge of asking her not to go—that she needs to date me and no one else when my office door opens and Lucas looks in. He’s rolling his eyes as he looks at me. “Did she tell you about the interviewee?”
Lilian looks guilty and turns in her seat to answer Lucas. “Uh, yeah, I told him she wasn’t a good fit.”
Lucas laughs. “That’s it? Good, because we don’t need for his head to get even bigger.”
I look between the two of them. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Lucas chuckles and then does air quotes. “Ms. Jones thinks you’re Daddy Hot.” He shrugs his shoulders and gestures to me. “I guess some people are into the premature gray. I don’t see it, but whatever. No worries, Lilian took care of it. She ended the interview before I could say a word and escorted the woman out of the building.”
Lilian’s face just keeps getting redder, and she’s looking at me defiantly. “She wouldn’t have been a good fit here.”
Lucas agrees. “Yeah, I’m glad you took care of it, but we really need to give you another raise or bonus if we don’t hire someone soon.”
Lilian stands and makes her way to the door. “I’m good, really. You guys need to quit worrying about me. Do you need anything else from me, Ford? I’ll be at my desk if so.”
She hightails it out of my office, and before Lucas can escape, I ask him, “Hey, you and Issi want to go out tonight?”
He leans on the chair that Lilian just vacated. “Uh, you want to go out? Who are you and what did you do with my brother?”
“Har, har, little brother. I DO have a life, you know. You want to go or not?”
“I think we are going to sit this one out. Friday is when I leave for the Vegas conference, and Issi can’t go with me, so I think we’re going to hang at home tonight. You have someone to watch Ollie?”
I wince when I realize that I didn’t even think about having someone to watch Ollie. On the rare occasion I do go out, it was always Granny that watched him. I hired a part-time babysitter, but I haven’t asked her to ever watch him so I can go out. It’s been more for after-school care and rides to practice and games. “Uh, no but—”
Before I can finish, my brother holds his hand up. “We’ll watch him.”