“Crazy.”
“I heard that!”
“Good!” he shouted back.
I stepped into the warehouse with Kitty behind me and went straight to the kitchen, switched on the coffee machine and then pulled my coat off.
“You got time for a chat?”
“Yeah” I held up my coat and bag and gestured toward the door to let her know I was going to put my things in the office.
Ty sat at the desk when I walked into the office, his arms crossed as he watched the doorway.
My heart thumped in my chest, I wanted to walk back out again, but walk to him at the same time. I was torn. I didn’t know what I wanted.
“Kay-”
“Not now, Ty.” I hung my coat up and put my bag on the couch.
I wanted to avoid the conversation that we needed to have. I wanted to pretend that I didn’t see him last night, that I didn’t sleep at all last night because all I could imagine was the way he had held me. The way his lips felt against mine.
I should have been worried about the way Max had been, how pissed off he was. I should have been thinking of a way to apologize to him.
Instead I lay there most of the night with my hand pressed against my lips, a smile on my face and imagined it over and over again.
“We need-”
“I can’t.” I choked out and fled from the room.
I rushed out of the office and to the meeting table where Kitty was waiting with two cups of coffee. I sat next to her, my face flushed.
“So…”
“So…” I took a sip of my coffee and raised my eyebrows.
“How do you like working here?”
“I love it.” I sat up straighter. This was something that I had no doubt about. Whatever went on outside of the work didn’t matter when I was here. This place had become my sanctuary. The place where I didn’t have to watch my every step. Where I could be more than a mom.
I loved Eli to bits, but I was eighteen when I had him and I
hadn’t done much of anything apart from being his mom. I needed time to be me.
To figure out who I was.
“The best part is when I get to go out. I love to watch people; see how they are when they think no one is looking.”
She opened her mouth to say something but I beat her to it.
“Do you know how many men pick their nose? And eat it?” I laughed at the grimace on her face.
“That’s so gross.” She shook her head.
“I know, right?” I snorted.
“How’s it going with boss?” she asked.
“Good.” I nodded, trying to keep a straight face and willing my cheeks not to heat. I took a sip of my coffee. “I have a question though”