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“Not yet. We’re meeting Friday but it’s done. We all agree.”
“Right. Thanks.”
He steps into the elevator and I head back to my apartment. It’s not done. I have to talk to him. I don’t want him to do something bad for his firm and career, for me. I run up the stairs to my bedroom, and grab my purse when it hits me that I’m wearing sweats. I rush into my closet and do a quick change into that pink dress that I deemed “lucky” and thigh-highs with black high heels. I fluff my hair, and actually put on make-up.
Once I’ve inspected myself in the mirror, I figure this will do. A few minutes later I’m in an Uber and pulling up to Reese’s building. I have a momentary second thought. Is my family setting me up, looking for a relationship between me and Reese? No. I rule that out. I have a book deal with Reese worth a lot of money. Of course, I’d rush here to save it. I exit the car and walk inside the building. I have never been so nervous in my life.
Once I’m inside the elevator, I stand close to the doors, eager to get to Reese, for about a hundred reasons. Mostly, because every time I think of our phone call I think of his doubt. He has done so much to clear our path. I need to run down it and to him. I arrive on his floor and I don’t check with the receptionist. She tries to stop me when Maria appears in the lobby.
“Oh thank God,” she says. “He’s a bear without you.”
“Is he here?”
“Yes,” she says walking with me toward her desk and motioning to his closed door. “Go in. He’s alone.”
“Thanks Maria.”
I hurry to the door and pause with my hand on the knob.
“Don’t doubt that he loves you,” Maria says. “I promise. He does.”
I look over my shoulder at her. “Thank you.”
I face forward again and open the door, stepping inside and shutting it to lean against it. Reese is sitting at his desk, and he’s still gorgeous. He still consumes a room and me with it. He stands up. “Cat.”
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
Neither of us take a step. “You can’t sign with my family.”
“I already did, about fifteen minutes ago.”
“Gabe said Friday.”
“Gabe was wrong.”
“You don’t do things like they do.”
“They’re reputable, Cat. They weren’t involved in this mess. Just your uncle as you told me in your column.”
“What does this do for you or to you?”
“I’m only offering aid and consultation. That’s all. But I’ve ensured your family will not lash out at me to get to you.”
“You sure you’re okay with this?”
“Yes. Are you okay with it? That’s the question and you’re not moving. You’re way over there and I’m way over here.”
“I know.”
“Why?”
“I need to know this doesn’t mean you’re going to align with them not me.”
“I still don’t like them. I’m tolerating them because that’s what a man does for his woman. Are you still my woman?”
“Yes. Is all of this still in play in some way? Because you’re still over there and I’m over here. Do I have to leave?”
