Page 17 of Love Off the Rocks
I adore her as a person, and she’s invaluable to me at work. Not to mention that my best friend is half in love with her. If he could just pull his head out of his ass and get over his first date faux pas.
“Wow,” Nancy continues. “She looked really pissed off.”
“You think?” I run my hand through my hair, the front falling right back down into my face. “I may need you to do me a favor. I’m just not sure what it is yet or if it will work.”
“My favorite kind.” She smiles.
8
Mags
I intended to stay in my room all night. But the smell of pizza and the sound of laughter are too much. So, when my stomach growls for the third time in as many minutes, I leave the sanctity of my room and make my way downstairs.
I keep an eye out for Dev while I grab a beer and a piece of pizza for no other reason than so I can avoid him. I’m not proud of how I reacted before. I should have been more professional. But the idea of him holding my future in his hands drives me crazy.
I’ve worked hard for this promotion and to watch it get handed to my psycho roommate just because they’re sleeping together—well, that sucks, to say the least. And don’t even get me started on the thought of them together.
Brittni is holding court with much of the West Coast office, blathering on about seeing things in their lives. She sees me watching her and calls me over. “Mags, Mags, come here.”
I ignore her at first, but it’s hard when everyone else has heard her call me. I’m within earshot, and they are all looking my way, so I make my way over to the group.
“Mags, let me read your palm.” Brittni takes my beer from me and places it on the counter. Holding my one hand in both of hers, she turns it over and begins tracing various lines with her fingertip. “I see that you and your brother are very close.”
“I don’t have a brother,” I tell her.
“Well, I mean, someone you are close to. Like a brother.”
“I don’t really have anyone like that.”
“Well, you went to school with a boy, right?”
“I went to school with a lot of boys.”
“That must be it. One of them looks at you like a sister. I see it very clearly here.” Brittni closes her eyes as she says that. I fight to control my laughter.
“I see the number sixty-eight in your life. Does that number mean anything to you, Mags?”
“Um, no. I don’t think so.”
“Are you sure? Is your father sixty-eight?”
“No.”
“Your mother?”
“No.”
“Hmm.” Brittni takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. Her breasts pushing at her blouse, straining the button closure as she does. Chaz’s eyes nearly pop from his head. She opens her eyes again. “It must be your address.”
“Nope.”
“Your favorite number?”
I shake my head.
“Okay, well, just think about the number sixty-eight, okay?!”
“Will do.” I pull my hand from hers and grab my beer from the counter, snickering as I hear Chaz say to her, “My favorite number is sixty-nine.”
