Page 41 of Jilted Jock
“Great. We can meet up for lunch afterward. Your interview is three blocks away just past that pizza place we ate at the last time you were here.”
“Have you ever gone camping?”
He was slow to respond, maybe because he was tired or maybe he was thrown by the random topic change.
“Yeah. My buddies and I used to camp over July Fourth every summer.”
“Really?” I smiled.
“Been, gosh, five or six years since we’ve gone.”
“Why’d you stop?”
“Everyone got busy, settled down, had kids.”
“We should go camping sometime.”
“Sure.” He yawned, not sounding all that excited, but I didn’t care. Richard was a camper. That had to be a sign.
“I should let you get to sleep.”
“Alright. I’m excited to see you.”
“Two more sleeps.”
He yawned again. “One and a half.”
Adele
Bobbi pulled a piece of paper off the printer and then slapped it down on my desk. “Why does technology hate me?”
I glanced down at the paper. She’d tried to print a report formatted in landscape, but the settings were in portrait resulting in half the sheet being cut off.
I laughed, tossed it in the garbage and pulled up the documents from our internal shared drive and printed it correctly.
“What will I do without you?”
“It’s only one day. You’ll manage.”
“For now, but they’d be crazy not to hire you. And if they don’t, someone else will swoop you up fast.”
I had mixed emotions about the whole thing. Equally wanting to find a job quickly but not wanting to leave.
“Do you want to grab dinner after work?”
“Oh, I…”
I don’t know what compelled me to look up at that moment, but my eyes went to the entrance and the man that filled it.
“What is it?” Bobbi asked and turned so she could see what I was staring at.
I was vaguely aware of her sharp intake of breath and of the sudden attention his presence was attracting from everyone in the office as he slowly walked toward me.
“Hey,” he said when he reached me.
“Hey.” I sat there stunned. Finn in my office was as unexpected as a rabid racoon. Also, decidedly just as distracting.
Bobbi cleared her throat. I still gawked without speaking another syllable until Finn took it upon himself to do the introductions.
