Page 25 of Billion Dollar Mistake

“Mine is the same. I want to know how it went at the doctor’s appointment.” I ease down onto the sofa. Sitting back but tilting so I face her.

“That’s why you’re here early,” she accuses with a humorous expression.

“I wasn’t able to concentrate on work…” I trail off.

Her face pinches. “Why?”

“A girl?”

“You’re avoiding my question,” I say, dodging her soon-to-be interrogation.

“So are you.” She quirks a brow.

I smile softly at Grams. The witty comebacks are always on point. And just when I think I can forget all about Miss Lee, I know with Grams I can’t not be honest.

“There’s no girl.” My voice lacks conviction. I bring my leg up onto the opposite thigh and tap my fingers on my shin.

She hums. “You’re still holding something back. Tell me.”

I stare at her, hoping she drops it, but the challenge on her face lets me know she’s not dropping the topic.

“How did you know?” I ask.

“Remy, I’ve known you for your whole life. You have tell-tale signs when you are bothered by something.”

I sigh. She’s right. I may think I’m unreadable but not to people who’ve known me my entire life. Which gets me thinking.

“Not a word to Mother about this.”

She pretends to zip her mouth with her hands, causing a deep chuckle to leave my chest. “My lips are sealed.”

“There’s not much to say other than I had messaged a number who I thought was the CEO of a medical instrument company. He somehow gave me the wrong number.”

“Hmm,” she says, leaning to one side of the armchair, her hand sitting under her chin. Already invested in my story.

“It ended up being one of his new accountants. Who happens to be funny, and we were talking but—”

Her face screws up. “I hate the word but.”

So do I…

I sigh as I seize the opportunity to get her advice. She’s never steered me wrong. “I haven’t heard from her since Thursday night.”

“And she seemed normal?”

I shrug, remembering all our conversations. “Yeah.”

“Have you tried to call or text?”

“Both. But it goes straight to her voicemail. For some reason, I can’t stop myself wondering what happened.”

I scrub my face, still trying to wrap my head around it all.

Her hand slips from under her chin as she sits up. “I think you’ve caught some feelings.”

“But we’ve only chatted a couple of times,” I argue, disbelieving I have any feelings for a woman. I’m married to my job.

“Great relationships always start from a friendship. You need to have solid groundwork before you date; otherwise, it’s just chemistry. And this sounds like you have more than just attraction.”

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