“Alright. I didn’t come here for disgusting details which are likely untrue.”
I leave that the fuck alone and take another swallow.
Sarah sighs.
“Look, Will. I’ve been looking for you all day. I spoke to Kat today and…well, I don’t know. I kind of felt bad about it. Something was off.”
“She mentioned it.”
“Oh, you spoke to her?”
I gulp down more whiskey.
“If yelling counts as speaking, then yes.”
“Oh, Will. What the fuck now? Is she going to leave the firm? I don’t—”
“Will you shut the good goddamn fuck up about the company?” I yell.
I come up, flinging the bottle down in a rage.
“As if I have ever gave a fuck about that! You care more about the company than you do about me, and you always have! I’m here fucking hurting, you bitch, because…because I…”
“Holy fucking shit, Will.”
Sarah is standing a few feet away, and she’s brought her arms around herself, as if she’s cold.
“You love her.”
“No, I don’t. I…I don’t know what I fucking feel.”
I put my head down.
Take a deep breath.
I want to feel Sarah’s arms go around me. I want her to pull me close.
“I’m so sorry, Will. I wanted something like this to happen, but I didn’t think you actually had it in you. I was trying to scare her off today, because I thought by now, you would have found a new fuck toy. I’m so sorry I didn’t realize. But I’ll tell you what.”
She takes a step back, and her grin is kind of like the one she used to wear when we broke into Dad’s liquor cabinet as kids.
“If you’re in love, I can’t be happier for you. She’s a great girl. The two of you make an awesome team.”
“So what the fuck do I do now?”
“Go to her, you fucking idiot! And don’t be a jerk! Tell her how you feel!”
“It’s that simple?” I question.
I want to believe it.
Sarah grins. “It’s just that simple. Honestly.”
18
Katrina
I let Mr. Paxton in with a wide smile.