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“No. You can’t. It would cost you far too much.”
“Then what should I do?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Keep it. Looks like it would be small enough to fit you now.”
I flashed back to his words the other night in his car. The way he looked at me.
“It suits you.”
My cheeks burst into a fierce blaze. Meanwhile, Neil was suddenly unable to meet my eyes. An awkward silence weighed down on us.
I didn’t intend to bring up Saturday night, but it was the only way I could think to change the subject. “About the other night—I’m sorry for getting you involved in my personal issues outside of work.”
Neil shook his head. “I’m glad you called me.”
“I don’t normally get drunk like that.”
“It happens.”
“Even to you?”
He scoffed. “No. I don’t drink.”
“Oh, that’s right. Respectable.”
Just like everything else about you.
He started putting on his tie. “I hope you didn’t feel too unwell yesterday.”
“Just a little. I’m okay now, though.”
“Good.” He lifted his chin and knotted the tie.
I noticed his other shirt hanging over the back of his chair.
“Do you want me to take your shirt to the dry cleaner?” I asked.
He shook his head. “I’ll get someone else to do it. You’re coming with me to the nine o’clock meeting.”
“I am? I wasn’t on the invite.”
“I want you involved because the meeting will cover how I aim to raise staff morale. Your perspective will be valuable to management.”
“I’d love to help.”
“And from now on, I want you to attend every meeting with me unless it falls outside your normal hours or I specify otherwise.”
His request caught me off guard. I had expected him to make me keep my distance after what I did. Instead, he was inviting me to work closer with him—closer than ever before. It didn’t make sense.
Or did it?
“Okay. Every meeting. Got it.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
The cats seemed to have learned by now that I was the bringer of food. As soon as I stepped into the apartment, they padded towards me, meowing eagerly. I filled their bowls with biscuits and replenished their water. They devoured their dinner like it was a race. Bowey was first to the finish line. He licked his bowl clean, then claimed his chosen prize—Chichi’s food. He nudged his way to his reward. Chichi snarled in response, but he persisted. Chichi raised her paw and unsheathed her claws, preparing to take a swipe.
“Hey! Quit it, you two.” I pried the two cats apart.
