Walk of Shame (Love Unexpectedly 4)

His personal life, though…

Andrew swallowed as once again his mind drifted to the very reason he was having such a hell of a time focusing today. It didn’t matter what he turned his attention to: email, client work, meetings, lunch, Twitter. Everywhere he looked, he saw only one thing…big brown eyes, brimming with tears.

Tears that he’d caused.

And as much as he wanted to brush her off as ridiculous, as much as he wanted to label the whole episode as female sentimentality and forget about it, the truth was…

He’d fucked up.

“You okay?” Katherine asked, tilting her head and giving him a curious look.

Andrew cleared his throat and looked back at her. “Yeah. Just mentally prepping for a thorny case later this afternoon.”

She held up her hands and took a step back. “Got it. I’ll let you get back to work.”

She gave him a little wave, and though he knew it was irrational, he felt a stab of regret that she hadn’t pressed him for more information—that it hadn’t even occurred to her that Andrew Mulroney might have something weighing on his mind other than work.

Not that he could blame her. Until recently, he hadn’t had anything weighing on his mind other than work. But he suspected that was a particular gift that Georgiana Watkins had—flouncing her way into the consciousness of people who had no use for her.

Andrew vaguely registered Katherine exiting his office and shutting the door behind her, and he gave in to the urge to prop his elbows on his desk and rest his face in his hands, just for a minute.

This wouldn’t do. He hadn’t gotten a single bit of work done all day. He couldn’t think about anything except the horrible moment w

hen he’d thought he was making a joke, only to realize the second it left his mouth that it had been downright cruel.

Andrew had never been good with women.

But damn it, he was better than this. Smarter than to tell a woman she was essentially brainless.

The real kicker was, Georgiana was far from brainless. Ridiculous, yes, but to his way of thinking, there were few markers more telling of intelligence than a quick wit and a sharp tongue, and Georgiana had both in spades.

And even if she’d been as empty-headed as a balloon, his manners weren’t so off-kilter as to imply a woman had no brain.

He hadn’t meant anything by it; he’d just grown so accustomed to attempting to keep up with her, trying to stay one step ahead of her barbs.

And yet…there were barbs, and then there was just mean.

He dragged his fingers over his face, letting his hands fall with a thump to the mahogany desk.

What did a man do when he’d inadvertently called a woman an idiot simply because he’d wanted to hold her attention, to keep the conversation going so she didn’t tire of him?

It was schoolyard nonsense.

Andrew drummed his fingers on the desk, staring straight ahead at the bland, abstract painting that the firm’s interior designer had hung on his wall and which he’d never bothered to notice.

He could call her.

And say what?

Hell, forget that. He didn’t even have the woman’s phone number.

His eyes narrowed as he remembered that he did have her friend’s phone number…the sweet but forgettable Hailey. But somehow he didn’t think telling Georgiana that he’d contacted her friend to get her number would help his cause.

He could forget the whole thing. Let it blow over, then go back to their usual bickering tomorrow morning.

But what if she didn’t show tomorrow morning? What if she avoided him every morning from now on?

The thought caused more regret than he cared to admit, even to himself.