After I dropped my stuff at my desk, I made my way to Missy’s office. She’d moved up the ranks enough to have her own space, which was convenient. I really didn’t want to have this conversation with other people in hearing distance.
When I reached her office, I knocked on the door, even though it hung open. She looked up from the file on her desk. Her lips turned down in a frown. “Do you need something, Alice?”
“I’d like a few minutes of your time. Can I come in?”
Even though she nodded, it was clear she wasn’t happy with the idea. But hey, too bad. I stepped in and closed the door. “We should talk.”
“You heard Ethan. We’re working on both of our ideas for Mr. Kendall, so I can’t see what you need to talk to me about,” she snapped.
“This isn’t about the account. Or maybe it is. I don’t know.” I crossed my arms. “Look, it’s been fairly obvious since day one that you have an issue with me. Seeing as I’d never met you before I began working here, I’d like to know why.”
She laced her fingers together and rested her chin on them, her hazel eyes centered on me. “I’m not sure we should be having this conversation.” But she wanted to. I could tell by the anger that sizzled off of her in waves.
“Well, I’m not leaving until you tell me what the deal is, so just say it.” I plopped down in a chair to punctuate my statement. “Besides, Ethan’s noticed and he’s concerned. So unless you want to talk to him about it, you’ll talk to me.”
That pissed her off more. “Yeah, well, you’re already the teacher’s pet, aren’t you? Are you trying to get me fired?”
The venom in her voice shocked me. “No, Missy. He came to me and asked me what the issue was. I told him the truth—that I don’t know. He then suggested he should talk to you, and I asked him not to.”
Somehow, and I’m not sure how, my words calmed her a little. Not enough to remove all of the fire blazing in her eyes, but at least she didn’t appear ready to strangle me. Clobber me, maybe. “Trust me. You don’t want to get into this,” she said.
“I’ve worked here for a little over a month. Somehow, in that minuscule time frame, I’ve done something, said something, acted in a way that irritated you. My preference would be to get along, but I don’t see how I can do that unless you tell me what needs to be fixed.”
She brushed a flyaway strand of brunette hair off her cheek. “What you did has nothing to do with Enchanted Expressions. I dislike you as a person. You can’t fix it.”
What the hell? I kept my voice calm. “How can you dislike someone you don’t even know?”
She leaned back in her chair and studied me. “Maybe that came out incorrectly. You’re absolutely right: I don’t know you. But I know what you represent, and I know you’re missing something that all decent people have.”
Whoa! I felt a little like I had when Miranda had sucked me away into her time, but at least that had made some sense. “And what would that be?”
“A conscience, Miss Raymond.”
Whoa, again. I reeled in my temper and tried to remind myself that this woman didn’t know me. That her opinion of me didn’t matter in the slightest. “That’s not something you say to a person without a very good reason to back it up.”
“Oh, I can back it up.” In one quick motion, she grabbed a photo frame that sat on her desk facing her, and turned it toward me. “This picture should answer your questions.”
I glanced at the photo and the blood drained from my face. I looked from the picture to Missy and then back. “Oh, God,” I muttered.
“I figured that would bring it all in line.”
I shook my head in an attempt to think clearly. Picking up the photo, I looked at it closer, hoping, somehow, it wasn’t what I thought. But of course it was. The picture was of two couples sitting at a picnic table in a park somewhere. One of the couples was Missy and a man I assumed to be her husband. Even in my distress, I noticed they appeared happy. Good for them. But as my eyes took in the other couple, my heart sank.
“You’re friends with Troy and his wife,” I said.
“Used to be. Now I’m just friends with his wife. She has a name. Do you know what it is?”
I shook my head again.
“Of course not. Why bother learning her name, right? You were far more interested in Troy. His wife and children were of no consequence to you.”
“I get why you dislike me now, but it’s not what you think. I didn’t know Troy was married. He never told me, and he didn’t wear a ring. The day I found out was the same day I ended things.”
“You were with him for a year,” she pointed out, her words dripping disdain. “I cannot fathom how in those twelve long months you never deduced he was lying to you.”
“I tend to believe people when they tell me things,” I snapped. She had a point, though. I’d asked myself that same question repeatedly, and kept coming up blank. “I thought I loved him. I truly didn’t know until the day I came home and found him and his wife screaming at each other in my apartment.”
Missy’s mouth tightened. “She told me about that. She’d hired a private investigator. He came back with your name. Pictures.” Her eyes narrowed. “That’s how I recognized you. Anyway, she followed Troy that day because she wanted to see for herself. But she didn’t expect that…confrontation.”
All my energy evaporated. My body went limp. “I didn’t expect it, either.” I didn’t bother filling Missy in on the other details: my trashed apartment; the stolen money; or even how Troy had showed up at my sister’s bakery. It wouldn’t have mattered to her. Just as, if our situations were reversed and Chloe was the woman wronged, it wouldn’t have mattered to me.
Missy rubbed her hand over her eyes. A little more of her anger slipped away. “Terri and I have been friends forever. I didn’t like Troy from the beginning, but she loved him so much, I accepted him as family. She still loves him. She’s forgiven him.”
“So, they’re back together?” I don’t know why I asked. Probably because I’d watched my sister deal with the fact that her husband had cheated. I hoped Terri had found happiness, with or without Troy.
Missy’s face closed down. “I shouldn’t be talking about her. Not with you. Because even if what you say is the truth, she wouldn’t like that we’re having this conversation.”
“God. This entire situation bites.” Too many things happening in such a short time frame had left me a little off balance. Okay, a lot off balance. “I’m sorry for my part in all of this. But I need you to believe I didn’t know, if for no other reason than that we can work together without friction.”
She laughed, but it wasn’t a happy, merry sound. “I’ve tried to set my personal feelings aside. I’ll try harder.”
Probably, for now anyway, that was the best I’d get. “Okay. Fair enough.” Another thought drifted in, and while I should have known better than to ask, I couldn’t stop myself. “Missy? Do you know how to contact Troy?”
She paled to a deathly white. “You’re a piece of work. I was almost ready to believe you, and then you ask for Troy’s phone number. What? You want to start things up again?”
“No! Not at all!” I sighed. “There’s something I need to talk to him about.”
“If, as you say, he lied to you and you didn’t know, what subject is important enough to talk to him about now?” Her hands closed into tight fists. “I’d think you’d never want to see him again.”
“It is. Important. I wouldn’t ask otherwise.” Without thinking about it, my hands went to my stomach.
My movement caught her attention. Her eyes drifted down, saw my hands cradled over my abdomen, and her eyes widened. Blotchy pink spots appeared on her cheeks. “You’re pregnant.”
I didn’t deny it, but I didn’t speak either. I lifted my chin, squared my shoulders, and returned her gaze without flinching.
“Oh my God, this is going to kill Terri.” Shaking her head, she pointed to the door. “Please leave. I…I’ll have to talk to
you about this later. I just can’t right now.”
“I really do need to speak with him,” I said softly.
“Whatever I tell you or don’t tell you will be up to Terri.” Her voice softened. “We don’t keep secrets from one another, so I need to figure out how I’m going to handle this.”
I got that—the no-secrets thing—so I nodded and slipped out of her office, closing the door behind me. As if things hadn’t been complicated, confusing, and freaky enough as it was. Now Troy was back in the picture, and I didn’t really know how I felt about it.
I mean, it wasn’t that I wanted to tell Troy about the baby, because honestly I’d have preferred never to see the man again. But someday my daughter would be old enough to ask questions, and I wanted to be able to look into her eyes when she did and tell her I’d acted responsibly.
Tears burned my eyes. I’d barely made it to the restroom and ensconced myself in a stall before they erupted. Leaning my forehead against the door, I let everything out. I’d cried plenty over the past few months, but this? This eruption of tears chewed right through me, leaving me empty and drained when it finally stopped.
I washed my face and pulled myself together the best I could. Returning to my desk, I buried myself in work until, thankfully, the end of the day arrived. As I left the office building, the only thing I had on my mind was curling up in bed and going to sleep. That way, for a little while, I could flat-out forget about everything.
Chapter Eight
The following evening after work, after my birthday dinner with Chloe, I sweet-talked her into going shopping with me. It was a huge testament to our friendship that she agreed, because Chloe hates the mall. She loves to shop, but only at thrift stores and little, independently owned boutiques—the more off-the-beaten-path, the better. Seeing that she owned her own off-the-beaten-path boutique, it made perfect sense to me.
Twisting sideways in front of a mirror, I scowled at my reflection. The bright orange summer dress wasn’t nearly as appealing on my body as it had been on the hanger. In fact, it was the exact opposite of appealing. I resembled a Halloween pumpkin. “Ugh. Every single thing I try on makes me look pregnant. This is hopeless.”
“It’s not that bad.” Chloe collapsed on the small bench in the dressing room and frowned.
“It’s not good,” I shot back.
“I’ve never seen you like this. Normally you grab a bunch of stuff and we’re done in less than thirty minutes.” She checked her watch. “Honey,” she added in that calm voice mothers use on cranky children, “we’ve been here for two hours. You’ve tried on nearly every article of clothing this store carries. Please pick a few things so we can get out of here. Please.”
“But I don’t like anything. And Saturday is the cookout, and I want to look nice—and not pregnant—for Ethan.” A tight ball of frustration curled between my shoulder blades.
“You have a slight problem then,” she teased. “But he knows, so why are you worried about it? If Shelby’s as huge as you say, he won’t even notice your tiny bump. Especially if you wear something loose.”
“Yeah, I guess.” She had a point. But somehow, that didn’t matter. The yearning to feel like my old self swarmed over me and my frustration increased. All I really wanted was one measly day to be the former Alice, but not only was that impossible, I didn’t want to try to explain it to Chloe. “Hush. It’s my birthday, so just pretend you’re happy to be here with me.”
Exasperation floated off of her. “I’m not that good an actress, but I’ll give it a go.” With a huge, albeit fake smile, she said, “Go for it. Try it all on again.”
I sorted through the few things I’d yet to try, hoping to find something that appealed. It didn’t happen. Because my feet hurt and my friend was miserable, I took the pumpkin dress off, pulled my way-too-tight slacks back on, then slipped my shirt on over my head.
“What are you doing?” Chloe asked.
“You win. I won’t put you through any more torture. Let’s get out of here. I can come back tomorrow or Friday.”
I figured she’d hop up and run for the door, but she didn’t. Instead, she stared at me, curious glints in her eyes. “That’s not like you. Since when do you give up without a fight? What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” I said. This was not a discussion I wanted to have. While I’d already shared with her my conversation with Missy, as well as Grandma Verda’s sudden employment at Enchanted Expressions and the sprinkler mess, I hadn’t told her how all of it had made me feel. Mostly because I didn’t know how to explain it. “Let’s get out of here,” I repeated.
“Avoidance isn’t going to work.”
I pretended to look through another stack of clothing.
“Hey. It’s me you’re talking to, the girl who knows you better than almost anyone else. What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing. I’m just a little scattered tonight. Maybe this one isn’t so bad.” I blindly grabbed a pale pink blouse from the pile. “What do you think?”
“Um…that you hate pink?” When I said nothing, she sighed. “Okay. That’s it. You’re going to tell me what’s bothering you. Now.”
I dropped the blouse. The charade was up, but I still didn’t turn. “It’s the birthday. This time in a year from now, everything will be different. I guess it just sort of hit; that’s all.”
“This time in a year from now, everything will be wonderful. You’ll have your beautiful daughter, you’ll be in a great relationship, and you’ll be so happy that I’ll probably be green with envy,” Chloe promised.
I finally looked at her. “I’m scared. About all of it. Hell, Chloe, I can’t even make a decision about clothes; how am I supposed to figure out the rest of this stuff? Everything is slipping through my fingers, and I don’t know what to do.”
“We’re a team. We’ll figure it out together. Starting now.”
Standing, she gave me a look I’d seen many times in the years we’d known each other. It was her I’m-taking-charge-and-you’re-gonna-deal-with-it look. That look had led us down some interesting paths in the past—and not always good ones.
“Do you trust me?” she asked.
“Why?”
“Just answer. Do you trust me?”
“Usually. Depends on what you’re talking about.”
She sniffed. “Just wait for me out there.” She pointed in the general direction of the shop. “And don’t look for anything else to try on. Just stand there and wait. Please.”
I did as she asked, because honestly I was tired—oh-so-tired—of shopping. Plus, if I stood there any longer, I’d start to cry. I didn’t feel like crying.
When she emerged from the dressing room a few minutes later, she held about six items. She crossed to the rack on which we’d been putting my discards and flipped through them, grabbing another handful of clothes. She was a flurry of movement, and I just stayed out of her way.
Finally, with her arms completely full, she turned to me. “Give me the gift card from your grandmother.”
Her voice held no room for argument. I didn’t argue. I dug in my purse until I found the gift card and then passed it to her. “It’s generous, but I don’t think there’s enough on it for everything you’re holding,” I remarked.
She barely glanced at it. “Close enough, and the rest is my birthday present. And don’t worry. I have excellent taste. You’ll be thanking me tomorrow.”
I nodded and then walked out of the store, into the mall, watching other shoppers as they strolled past. Once again, it seemed every woman had a pregnant belly and a man walking beside her. Of course, that wasn’t really the case but it sure felt like it. Before the magic thing and the soul mate possibility, I’d pretty much accepted the fact that I’d be doing this whole parent thing on my own. Now, I wasn’t so sure. I hovered between anger at feeling forced to find my soul mate and a blind hope that I actually would.
When Chloe exited the shop some fifteen minutes later, she carried three very large bags with
the maternity boutique’s name and logo emblazoned all over them. She handed me two. “See? All done. Let’s go get an icecream cone and chat.”
“Sure. If you’d like,” I allowed.
We headed toward the food court in silence. Because it was a weekday evening, the mall wasn’t crowded. Neither was the food court. Most of the restaurants had no lines, and the vast majority of the tables were empty. We bought our cones and then found a table near the fountain in the center of the food court. I dumped the two bags I held in the chair next to me, and Chloe put hers in the chair next to her. Sitting down, I sighed in relief.
We enjoyed our cones in silence for a few minutes. It was obvious Chloe had more she wanted to say, as her green-eyed gaze followed me. I figured she’d spit it out—whatever it was—soon enough. Until then, I was keeping my mouth shut.
“So…um…how was work today?” she asked. “Anything else happen with Missy? Or with Ethan?”
I shook my head no.
“Did Ethan wish you a happy birthday? Or give you a present?”
“Nope. But he didn’t know it was my birthday. And a present would have been kind of odd, don’t you think?” I was pretty sure I knew where this was leading, and it had nothing to do with Ethan. Not really, anyway.
“You almost kissed him. I think a present would be nice. Didn’t Grandma Verda tell him?” At my confused expression, she added, “That today is your birthday.”
“She must not have. And she wasn’t in today. Otherwise, yeah, she probably would’ve,” I admitted.
“Oh.” She took another lick of ice cream from her cone. “Do you think Grandma Verda is right? Could he be your soul mate?”
Uneasiness settled in my stomach. I definitely knew where this conversation was headed. And I didn’t like it. “I have no idea.”
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