And I also knew doing that wasn’t a cure for my issue. Trust me, I’d tried.
Chapter Ten
Bexley
“So, you’ve been here for four days,” Tamsin, Garrett’s girlfriend, pointed out just before she bit into her sandwich. “How’s it going?”
“I love my job,” I replied, holding out a bag with carrots and celery in it.
“Have those two been mixed in that bag the whole time?” she asked, staring at it like I was holding out a rattlesnake.
Looking into it to see if there was a bug or something in there—which would make both items inedible—I nodded. “Well, ever since they were cut up this morning. Why? What do you see?”
Shuddering, she held a hand up. “No thanks. I have personal issues with celery. It tastes like hell, and those stringy bits are the Devil’s pubic hair
s.”
“Gross. I only took some because Logan kept saying it’s good for me, and I like carrots when they’re in little pieces.” Obviously. “I don’t think I’ve ever eaten celery.”
“Oh, you’d remember.” The barfing noises she added were unnecessary, seeing as how I now had no intentions of ever eating the Devil’s pubic hairs, but it also got our table glares from the other teachers in the teacher’s lounge.
Picking up my sandwich, I unwrapped it and peeled back the top layer to make sure none had gotten into it. Thankfully, no, it hadn’t.
“How’s living with Logan going?” she asked after I’d taken a bite.
Chewing slowly, I thought about how best to answer the question. Ever since I’d started work, Tamsin and Tabby had been good to me. They were supportive, helpful, hilarious, and made me feel comfortable from the moment I’d pulled up on my first morning. I could be honest, couldn’t I?
“Hey, girls,” Tabby greeted, dropping down into the seat beside mine. “How’s it hanging?”
Tamsin pointed at me. “I was just asking Bexley how things were going living with Logan.”
Tabby looked at me expectantly, so I caved. “It’s going okay, and he’s great when it comes to helping out with the work I’m doing on the house, but…” I trailed off.
Both women leaned in closer to me. Looking around us, Tabby whispered, “But? Girl, don’t keep us hanging.”
“But he’s in a perpetually bad mood.” There, that wasn’t worded badly, was it?
Tabby shocked me by nodding. “Yup, Dave says the same thing about him at work. The guys have some theories.”
“Oh, I heard about those,” Tamsin added, making me more curious.
Don’t ask and be a gossip, Bexley Anne Heath.
As if listening to your inner angel ever worked. “What are the theories?”
“Well, the tamer ones are like the thing that happened with his apartment,” Tamsin shrugged, sharing a look with Tabby.
When neither of them said anything else, I hissed, “And the others?”
Tamsin blushed and looked over at the wall. “Tabby can tell you those.”
Shooting her a glare that bounced off the back of her head, Tabby mumbled, “They think he’s got man issues.”
“Man issues? Like the happy little chappy blue pill type of requirements?”
“No, as in the opposite of that.”
What was the opposite of…. Ohhhh!