Page 82 of Playing With Secrets
“Jonah wants to know if I can come in early tomorrow so we can discuss something of importance.”
“Why do you look concerned?”
“He’s never asked me to come in early for a one-on-one.”
“It’s likely nothing, so don’t worry about it.” She places her foot on the bench to stretch her hamstring. “What I don’t understand about all your dating drama is neither Hunter nor Jami have reached out to you other than for work since Monday night.”
I pick up my weights and go deep with my lunges. I need something to help me deal with my stress. “Nope. And nothing over this weekend.”
“Damn, girl. You may be right. Maybe it’s for the best.”
“How do you figure?”
“Let’s be honest. You’ve made a colossal shambles of your love life. Because of that, you’ve dropped the ball more than once at work.”
“True.”
“You’ve been living off fumes for the last three months and the most important part of the successful launch of the app is right around the corner. You can focus on your career with them out of the picture.” She switches her legs to stretch the other one.
“I can’t argue with you there, but I went from two men feeding me attention and love to nothing. It’s like someone reached into my chest and robbed me of my heart.” I finish and place the weights down.
“You have two choices, Dori.”
“What are those?”
“Go to each of them and ask point-blank what’s up, or leave it alone and see what transpires.”
“I don’t know what to do, but I can tell you this. It allstarted when Isabella Carter showed up in my office two weeks ago.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Both Jami and Hunter acted jumpy around her that day. I even caught Jami telling Hunter he didn’t think Isabella had an ulterior motive.”
“Did you confront them about saying that?”
“Yes, but they played it off as a work issue. I know the difference. She plays some role in this and I’m going to figure out what that is.”
I gesture toward the locker room. “Let’s grab some lunch on the way home and finish this conversation there.”
“I want a greasy hamburger. I’m PMSing, so you don’t get a say in it.” Mel grabs her water bottle and follows me to the locker room.
We gather our belongings and go to the nearest chain restaurant. We snag a booth in the corner and order hamburgers and salads.
“Mel, I want to hear about you. What’s new in your love life?”
“I’m thinking about cutting things off for good with Zengi.” She moves the menu off to the side.
“Why? I thought you liked him.”
“I do, but he’s asking for a commitment.”
I lean forward, resting my arms on the table. “Do you not want that?”
“Not really.”
“Why?”
She pauses and looks off to the side. Before she does, I notice a flash of guilt floating in her eyes.
