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I turn and bump my knee against the wall. In the quiet of the loft, it echoes, and I turn to run back to bed before Noah catches me. I hear the door to the office creak just as I slip into bed and pull the sheet over me. In the dark, his face is illuminated by his phone as he peers in at me. When he sees I’m asleep, he heads back to his office.
What the fuck was that? I have that sinking feeling again in the pit of my stomach. I wonder if Rory had an accident at all, or Noah was using it as an excuse to see Vivian for the weekend. I don’t know what the truth is, but I must trust Noah is telling it to me.
Chapter 20
The next morning, I wanted to ask about the call last night, but I hold my tongue. Instead, I give Noah the silent treatment, taking my shower and drinking coffee while reading the paper.
“Lexi, are you still upset with me for yesterday?”
“Not at all. I’m fine. I have a lot to do today, so excuse me if I seem…disconnected.”
He gives me a puzzled look but goes back to reading something on his phone. I need to get out of here before I explode. I’m angry and ready to boil over.
“I have to go,” I say.
“It’s only seven.”
“I told you I have a lot going on.”
As I’m slipping my heels on, he makes a snide comment with a nasty tone.
“Say hello to JC for me.”
“Fuck you,” I growl as I head out the door.
Noah has the nerve to talk about JC, and it’s possible that he’s doing something behind my back. We need to discuss this and soon. I’m hoping he’s not preoccupied with work tonight.
The office is quiet when I get in; after all, it’s only 7:30. I go into the kitchen and fire up the coffee maker. I’m still tired and I feel groggy. My head feels stuffier than yesterday and I’m hoping it’s just allergies. The hot coffee helps, and I feel a little better.
I don’t want to talk to JC or anyone else, so I lock myself in my office. I hear his keys jingle as he walks by my door, and I hold my breath. He stops and I see the shadow of his feet under the door, then he continues. I’m glad because I don’t know what to say. At noon, I get a knock on my door and it’s JC. He closes the door behind him and sits in one of the chairs in front of my desk. He’s nonchalant, crossing his legs and leaning back.
“I think we need to talk.”
“I don’t want to discuss anything about Saturday.”
“Lexi, why not?”
“Because. It’s a moot point.”
“Okay, then how about this. We have a rewrite on the Camilla campaign. They want to see it tomorrow.”
“Fuck, are you serious? I’m swamped here.”
“You might have to work late then. They’re coming in at 10:00 AM.”
The last thing I want to do is work late. My head is pounding, and I don’t feel well. I might even have a fever. I have no alternative, so I nod at him.
“Let me call Noah and tell him I’ll be late tonight.”
JC exits my office to give me some privacy. I chew on my cheek, waiting for Noah to answer.
“What’s up?” Noah says when he answers. His tone is flat.
“I have to work late. We have a rewrite on a campaign.”
Noah sighs into the phone. “What time will you be home?”
“It’s hard to say.”
