Page 23 of Art of Love
I shook my head.
“Not from me,” Hunter answered.
“Well, I‘m here at your beck and call if you need help. Or need to talk about ideas. John’s asked Diedre to step in, so I can be free to help you guys, please don’t be afraid to ask me for any assistance. If you don’t, I’ll assume you’re both okay. Clear?” She put her thumbs up.
“Clear.” I nodded, and so did Hunter.
“Good. I guess that’s all from me today. Your time starts now. Feel free to use everything at your disposal. This room is yours, so do whatever you need to in here and use what you need. The exhibition floor is also nearly finished for the first show. Juliana Lordes will be doing that. I think she’ll be in later, so you can ask questions if you want. John is busy until tomorrow. Stephan is around later, and I think a few of the others.”
I was meeting Stephan later. At least that was a plus. Maybe I could ask him a few questions to get my mind together or on track.
“Thank you,” I told her.
“Yes, thanks.”
“Great, good luck, guys. I’m rooting for both of you.”
Although ultimately only one of us could get the job. I suppose if I wasn’t successful, I could use my time here as something.
But if I wasn’t successful, I’d only have a job until the end of the year. For me that was what it boiled down to. Not like Mr. Big Shot Lawyer.
Silverman’s.
I couldn’t even conceive the type of salary he must have been on. Why would he give that up to do this?
Stupid question. I knew why. It was the same reason I moved across country when I had a stable job at the accountancy firm and the hospital.
Chasing the dream of something you really wanted to do.
Carla left us, and instantly, silence filled the room.
Hunter and I sat side by side, not speaking.
I was pretty certain I was barely breathing. That part wasn’t down to what Carla just laid out. It was simply us.
Him and me. I still couldn’t remember what had happened between us, and it really, really got to me.
In my stupor of worry yesterday, it never occurred to me to go to the drug store to get the morning-after pill. And when it did occur to me, I wondered if I really could take something like that. I wasn’t against anyone who would be; it was just me. My own personal preference. Besides, there was a reason why it was called the morning-after pill and not the night-after. I didn’t think it would work if I’d taken it last night when it crossed my mind.
I turned my head slightly and looked at Hunter’s handsome profile.
What is he thinking?
It was funny how out of the two of us, he seemed the calmest, and I was the one who’d worked here before.
Then again, out of the two of us, only one of us was worried she was pregnant.
God, I’d have to gear myself up to buy a pregnancy test. I didn’t even know when would be soon enough to tell. There were those two-week ones that First Response did. They had them at the hospital.
“Jesus, woman. Your thoughts are deafening,” Hunter suddenly spoke, shocking me.
“You can’t hear my thoughts,” I snapped back. “Or is that another specialty of yours?”
He twisted to face me. “I can feel the tension rippling off you.”
I couldn’t argue with that. “Well, excuse me. I can’t exactly help it.”
He looked at me and bit the inside of his lip. “Do you want to get out of here?”
