Page 23 of Love Off Script

“It’s confidential.” I nodded as if that was completely logical, and now she appeared skeptical.

“A confidential emergency in the meal planning industry?” She put her hand on her chin. “I guess I better let you get to it, then.” The fact that she didn’t stop me further bolstered my conclusions about Ember and her.

If I were gone, it would make it easier for the two of them to chat uninhibitedly.

“Thanks. And I wanted to let you know you’re off the hook for helping me. I don’t think I’m interested in Ember anymore.” Something inside of me felt the need to release her from guilt, even though she broke my heart with what she did.

“Oh? Just because you don’t want Ember doesn’t mean we can’t find someone else.”

She was so quick to dismiss Ember as an option for me that it affirmed what I already knew: she wanted her for herself.

“That’s okay. I’m good on my own. I’m sorry to have wasted your time. Have a good day.” As I turned to leave, her fingers gently grasped my elbow, stopping me in place.

“What’s going on? We were making progress, and now you want to give up? I’m not gonna lie. I could see why you might not want Ember, but there are other people out there for you.” Her eyes searched mine like she was looking for something, but I didn’t know what.

I already gave her permission to go after Ember. What else could she possibly want from me? Did she need me to be with someone to clear her conscience? Or did she need me for the show? Either was a plausible option, but I had learned something from her—stop doing what I didn’t want to do.

“Really. I’m good. But thank you.” This time, I broke free from her grip with a determined tug and confidently strode off.

Leaving her hanging like that felt weird, but what was I supposed to do? Giving in to everyone got me nowhere. I’d already conceded so much by giving her Ember on a platter. Not that she needed me to back down. She could have taken her from me even if I had put up a fight. I told myself that was more out of self-preservation than people-pleasing. Regardless, what I had done seemed selfish, and I thought about turning around, but I stayed firm and got in my car.

As I drove off, I saw her still standing on the sidewalk, and I wondered if she was waiting for me to disappear completely before going back into Java Jive to claim her prize.

When I stepped into Sprout and Sprigs, I was relieved to see Yoni engrossed in a conversation with a customer, allowing me to slip away to my office. I closed the door behind me and sank into one of the folding chairs, trying to make sense of the overwhelming information swirling through my mind. I had already pieced the puzzle together, but the “why” still plagued me.

Why did Caz do this to me? Why did she go after the person she was supposed to help me win over? Caz could have anyone she wanted—so why her?

These thoughts didn’t do me any good, so I flipped up my laptop to start work. My eyes were immediately drawn to Caz's meal plan, and a wave of nausea washed over me. I opened my email to check on other clients, but my phone dinged.

Caz: Hey, I’m sorry about today. Can we talk later and work something out? I hate to see you unhappy.

Wow, that was rich, considering she was the reason for my mood. I wouldn’t typically leave her on read, but I was too overwhelmed to find the right words to respond.

As I worked through my emails and replied to customers, my phone rang. I wanted to ignore it, but it could have been work-related.

“Hello, this is Shiloh. How may I help you?” My tone was harsher than I intended, but I had a sneaky suspicion about who it was.

“Okay, Shy. Why do you sound like your dog just died?” Sonya’s voice rang through the receiver, which was better than Caz's, but I didn’t want to talk to her, either.

After all, she was the one who got me into this mess in the first place. Without her intervention, I could have pretended to remain oblivious that Ember didn't echo my feelings. I would have silently continued to cherish her from the comfort of the coffeehouse. But now that I know she and Caz probably have a thing going on, I had to move on. Not that it was a good idea to be hung up on an unrequited love anyway, but still. I was forced to make that decision instead of coming to that conclusion on my own.

“What do you need, Sonya? I’m at work.” I sighed into the speaker, and she returned the sentiment.

“You need to chill your nips. That attitude is unbecoming.” She laughed, and I rolled my eyes. She was such a juvenile.

“Seriously. Why did you call?”

“Can’t I want to talk to my cuz?” I could hear Devon saying something in the background, which was a sign of trouble.

“You don’t usually call unless you want or need something. So…” I hoped she would stop trying to play it off like she missed me, and this was a catch-up call.

“So, Devon and I thought this new place would be fun to check out, and we wondered if you’d want to go.”

There was more to it than that. I didn’t know what, but there was.

“I appreciate the invite, but I’ll have to pass. It’s been a busy week, and it’s only Tuesday.” I didn’t even have to feel guilty about saying that because it was one hundred percent true.

“Pleaseeeee…” she whined into the phone, and I fought the urge to hang up on her.

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