Page 162 of The Moment You Know

“Seems like you should’ve known what was in the box, then,” Andrea mused. “Especially since you ordered them today.”

“I know, right?” Paige exaggeratedly scoffed at herself, then picked up the box and moved it to the floor before sitting down, as if she was getting back to work.

“Well, now I know where to come if I need chocolate,” Andrea said, seemingly in no hurry to leave.

“Absolutely. I have plenty,” Paige agreed with a smile, before plucking a random contract off the top of the nearest pile on her desk and turning all her attention to it, so Andrea would see how busy Paige was and leave, only to belatedly realize the contract was upside down.

The hope that Andrea wouldn’t notice died a quick death when she reached over and rotated it one hundred and eighty degrees, so that it was actually readable. Then, with one last, lingering look, Andrea left.

Thankfully alone, Paige retrieved one of the bags and opened it, eating a few kisses as she texted David.

PAIGE: Six bags of Hershey’s kisses? Really?

DAVID: I was sending a message.

PAIGE: And what message would that be?

DAVID: Please … I’m not buying for one second you don’t know why I sent them. Or that they didn’t make you immediately think about our make-out session last night.

DAVID: Speaking of our make-out session, was it as good as you remember?

Paige stared at his text, not knowing how to respond. Should she lie? Be honest? What would be the point of telling him it was better than she remembered? They were divorced, for crying out loud.

Her phone rang with a FaceTime request from David. She hesitated for a moment and then reluctantly accepted it, knowing that if she didn’t, he would probably threaten to come see her at work and then follow through on it. And while Paige really didn’t want to talk about what happened last night over the phone right now, it was better than doing it in her office, with Andrea nearby.

“What?” she answered, in a low voice.

“Why are you whispering?”

“Because I’m just at work.”

“Do I need to whisper?”

She sighed. “What do you want?”

“Was it as good as you remember?”

“David …”

“The sooner you answer—truthfully—the sooner you can be rid of me.”

“Fine. It was as good as I remember.”

“Was it maybe better than you remember?”

“You said if I answered you truthfully, I could be rid of you—”

“I said you could be rid of me sooner. I didn’t say immediately. So, was it maybe better than you remember?”

“I’m done answering any more of your questions. I’m at work.”

“So am I,” David said dismissively. “And I’ll take that as a yes. It was better than I remembered, too. I’m not exaggerating when I say I felt it in my balls.”

His balls? They were talking about his balls while she was at work?

Paige took a deep breath, not surprised when it did nothing to calm her down. “You know, I think it’s best if we both quit talking about it, actually. Or, better yet, pretend like it didn’t happen at all.”

“Unfortunately, I can’t do either.”

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