“I am,” I reply. “But now I’m in marketing and ad campaigns. I love it, I’m never bored.”
“That’s better than answering phones, huh?” Years ago, he used to call the office and ask me strange questions in a fake accent just to break up the boredom of my day.
“Definitely. So, what about you? Are you still in accounting?”
He puts his menu off to the side. “Yeah, but only part time.”
I glance at him with budding curiosity. “Oh? What are you doing with the other part of your time?”
“Modeling and acting,” he says with a big smile.
I stare at him, waiting for him to say he’s just kidding. But he’s serious. “Modeling and acting?” I repeat. “Really?”
He grabs a roll from the basket on the center of the table and takes a bite out of it. He chews and swallows before he answers. “Yeah.”
“Josh! That’s so freakin’ amazing! What kind of work have you done?”
“Nothing memorable or overly exciting yet. Fashion shoots, and a couple walk-on parts for television and a cable movie. It’s a lot of fun. I never thought in a million years I’d be doing anything like this.”
“I’m blown away. And so proud of you. I never even knew you wanted to model or act.”
“Me either. I just kind of fell into it. I met a photographer at the gym who asked if I’d be interested in modeling and he hooked me up from there.”
“That’s incredible. Can you show me any of it? Do you have pictures or the movies you were in? I’d love to see.”
“Yeah, I have some of the pictures and magazines at home. You should come by and I’ll show you.”
“Of course I will.”
Ditra will lose her mind when I tell her about this, and I wonder if Josh might be interested in taking her out as more than just friends. She could use a good, normal man in her life now that she’s put her sexual escapades behind her.
I could use a normal man, too, but I don’t want one. There’s only one man for me.
“Your daughter is adorable,” Josh says after the waiter comes to take our order. “Are you involved with her father?”
The mere mention of Blue gives me a small twitch in my chest. I sip my ice water, then shake my head. “No. We broke up before I knew I was pregnant. He doesn’t even know she exists.”
“Damn, that’s harsh.”
“I’m not keeping her from him, Josh. I would never do that. I have no way to get in touch with him. I wish I did.”
“Was it serious? You and him?”
If the definition of serious is feeling like my heart was ripped out of my chest and abducted, then yes, it was serious.
“For me it was, and I felt like it was for him, too.” I meet his hazel eyes. “It’s a really complicated situation.”
He nods with acceptance. “Enough said. I’ll make a deal with you. I won’t ask about your ex if you don’t ask about mine. If you want to talk about him, go for it. If not, no big deal. None of my business.”
Relief ebbs through me, dissipating the anxiety and heartache that always comes when I think about Blue. “Deal. And same for you, if you want to talk, I’m here.”
If I can hide my heartache and savor my memories in peace, then I’m fine with Josh doing the same.
We share stories about our jobs and families over dinner, filling each other in on what we missed over the past few years. It’s odd how so much is the same, but so much has changed, too.
“You should take Ditra out,” I suggest when dessert arrives. “She hasn’t had much luck dating. She’s a little crazy, but I think she’s ready for something serious.”
An odd smile touches his lips and he scoops up a spoonful of crème brûlée. “I think she’s a little more than I can handle,” he admits. “And I gotta be honest, I’m not ready to get involved with someone. My last relationship messed me up.”
I’m all too familiar with the flash of pain in his eyes and the invisible wall his words build between us. Honestly, it’s all a welcome relief. Not because I want him to be hurt, but because he understands exactly how I feel.
We’re on the same page.
Chapter Eighteen
I lock my office and wave goodbye to the co-workers who are working late. Digging out my keys as I exit the building and head toward my car, I run a mental list of everything I need to do on the way home. Put gas in my car. Stop at the grocery store for milk and bread. Pick up Lyric at my Mom’s house, and ignore her when she points out that Courtney is on a date on a Friday night and I’m not.