Page 57 of The Hookup
Kay patted Savannah’s arm. “Fine, we’ll stay here, and we’ll veg, and talk, and eat, and catch up. How long do I have you for?”
“The whole day.”
“Perfect.” A girlie day just hanging out at home was probably a good thing for her, too.
“You can tell me all about how your man-free diet is coming along. I’m hoping you haven’t given in to any more of Dean’s texts.”
“Dean,” said Kay, thinking of her ex for the first time in a long time. If there had been a huge plus to her arrangement with Luke, it was that she had managed to erase Dean from her memory. “That loser?”
Savannah’s face brightened. “You’re calling him a loser now?”
“He was using me,” she said, sitting back, and tucking her legs under, “So, yes. He’s a loser.”
“You don’t know how happy it makes me to hear you say that.”
“I do listen to you sometimes,” said Kay, not even flinching as she said it.
“You actually took on board what I said?”
“Why do you sound so surprised?”
“Because you hardly ever listen to me.”
Kay swallowed. If Savannah had any inkling of what she was really up to, she would be disappointed, and disgusted. While she hadn’t managed a man-free diet, she had managed a Dean-free diet, and she was sure that Savannah would be pleased about that.
“I want to go downstairs later and spend some time with Arnold.”
“Arnold? Whatever for?”
“He wanted to ask about the wedding. In fact, I need to bring Jacob over one day because he said he wants to see Arnold.”
“And talk about what?”
“We just want to see how he’s doing.”
“Why do you care?”
Savannah looked momentarily puzzled by the question. “Why don’t you?”
“Because I have other things to think about…like my job, and getting to work on time and …” She shook her head, confounded by Savannah’s reasoning.
“Arnold is a lovely man!” Savannah cried, defensively. “Jacob and I always loved chatting to him. He’s such a sweetie.”
“I don’t have the time,” said Kay. “But you should go and speak to him. He keeps on hounding me for details about your wedding, and I never have the time for him.”
“Awww,” gushed Savannah. “I miss him.”
“I bet you don’t miss those days,” Kay muttered, “He’s a concierge, for goodness sake.” She got up and walked into the kitchen.
“I wouldn’t care if he was the janitor. He’s such a caring and considerate man,” replied Savannah. “He always looked out for me and Jacob.”
Kay paused for a moment and recalled that time when Arnold had vetted Luke before he allowed him upstairs. He could have let him go up without giving him too much of a hard time. She had come home in a foul mood that day. Remington had been pissed off, and she’d taken the hit for a presentation that one of the analysts had messed up. She’d come home and been short with Arnold, and yet he’d still looked out for her.
“Well,” she said, pulling open a bag of chips. “I’m always rushed in the morning, and I’ve been doing crazy hours lately.” Besides, she had never had the time to make small talk, with anyone, least of all the concierge. She filled some bowls with chips and pretzels and got out a box of chocolates.
“What are you doing?” Savannah asked, leaning against the countertop.
“We need snacks, for now, and we’ll get some food in later.”
