Page 23 of Irresistible Second Chance

We said our goodbyes and I turned around to see Chris standing there.

Chapter 6

I don’t know what’s worse,” he said crossing his arms. “Hearing the word liability and my name in the same sentence or hearing that any feelings you had for me disappeared a long time ago.”

“Shit,” I said unable to help myself. “You weren’t supposed to hear that. If you weren’t eavesdropping, you wouldn’t have.” I immediately grew angry with him as if my words were his fault.

“Have you stopped to listen to yourself?”

“Don’t make this about me. It’s rude to listen to other people’s conversations,” I said grasping for straws. I tried to walk away angry, but my cast and crutches made that impossible. I sort of hobbled away.

“Where are you going?”

“Away from you.”

“We’re in the middle of an argument.”

“Really, sounds pretty one-sided to me.” I could have just explained that I was covering my butt, not wanting Robert to think my opinion was compromised by my feelings, but they kind of were. Chris could have been the worst consultant, but I would have never told Robert that. I cared too much about Chris. But he didn’t need to know that.

I walked into my room and slammed the door. I knew I was being childish but didn’t care. I needed space. I couldn’t even think.

A knock sounded at the door. I ignored it.

He knocked again.

“Go away, Chris.”

“Come on, we need to talk.”

“No, we don’t” I called back. It was like we were kids again. Sighing, I stood up and slowly made my way to the door. I had to grow up some time.

I opened it and motioned for him to come in.

He sat down on my bed and said, “Care to tell me what’s going on? You’ve been acting weird since Lucia went downstairs to talk to you.”

I sighed, “I know. She was asking me weird questions about you.”

“Weird?”

“Yeah, they were kind of personal. She was asking what kind of person you were, etcetera.”

“I hope you didn’t tell her I was a liability.”

I snapped, “I never said you were a liability.”

“You never said I wasn’t.”

He was being unfair. “God, would you stop being so sensitive?”

“Would you stop and consider feelings other than your own?”

“Are you calling me selfish?” Now I was mad.

“Do I need to say it?”

“Say what.” I dared him.

He shook his head, “Nothing.” He stood up to leave. “Lucia is probably digging around for info on me because she’s thinking of leaving her father’s company. She wants a change of pace and is hoping that I’ll bring her aboard with me at Covington Associates.”

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