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“Still here?” Tammy asked as she poked her head in.
When I nodded, my gaze not meeting hers, she sighed and walked in, sitting in front of my desk.
“You’ve got that sad look in your eyes and that box out again. Ever going to tell me about it?” she asked.
I’d been working at the tech company for about two years, almost three. Tammy knew something was up. She was a woman, after all.
I wanted to tell her that I was fine. That she should head home and I’d see her tomorrow.
But Noa was gone. She wasn’t coming back to me. There was no divine intervention that would force us back together. And if I told someone, if I remembered Noa, I might feel connected to her again in some small way. I mightfeelsomething. My heart might fucking beat again.
I dusted off the memories and as I spoke, I relived. Every moment. They flashed in millisecond revolutions, making it hard to speak. “Her name was—is—Noa. I met her when we were in high school.”
The Angel of Death had a sense of humor, linking the boy who came back for love to the girl who couldn’t accept it.
I exhaled and continued. “Typical love story. Until it ended.”
With that, I shoved the ring box back in my desk and looked up at Tammy, who was shaking her head.
As it turned out, I couldn’t talk about Noa. It hurt too much to relive.
And how could I tell a perfectly sane woman about the force that’d brought me back to life in search of her?
That there was even an Angel of Death—one I hadn’t heard from in years—it was discouraging.
“There’s gotta be more to that story,” she said, sitting back in the chair and crossing her legs.
I shrugged in response.
“Do youwantthere to be more to that story?” she asked.
I frowned, looking up at her. “What do you mean?”
“My brother’s a private investigator. He could find her.” She threw her hands up like it was such an easy solution.
I wouldn’t even have to search for her myself…
“I don’t think she wants to be found,” I said, hearing the quiver in my voice, the uncertainty that only Noa was able to bring out in me.
“Oh, bullshit. You’re scared.” Tammy set her elbows on the arms of the chair. “But here’s the thing, Dex. If you don’t try, you’re gonna regret it.” Her New York accent tended to come out when she got riled up, and I shook my head with a small smirk at the sound of it.
“You don’t know what happened,” I tried to reason.
I hadn’t realized, until this moment, that Tammy was a romantic. But this wouldn’t be a happily-ever-after.
I’d made sure of that.
She scoffed. “I know that, aside from your baby mama, you haven’t been seeing anyone. Not the women in this office who are all in lust with you. Or the women who stare when we go to lunch. Or the ones we encounter on our client meetings. Your eyes are on the stars. That ring there isn’t for Rachel. How do I know? Because those stars in your eyes are never directed toward her. They’re only on the ring and what the ring means.” She rapped her knuckles against my desk like she solved a tricky equation, triumph in her eyes.
“You don’t know what you’re talking ab—”
“Don’t insult me. I’m not blind,” she said with a laugh. “If you need someone to find her, let me know. You don’t have to do anything with the information. Just find out where she is and decide from there.”
I dug the box out again and nodded after holding it for a moment. “Find her,” I whispered. “I’ll provide whatever information he needs.”
She smiled, standing and walking over to me.
When she sat on my desk, I opened the box and she whistled. We stared at the ring together.
