Page 47 of Tempting God

Before I can reply, my damn phone rings and Cordelia gives me a pointed look. My cheeks are warm as I gather my things and answer the call.

“This is Greer Blanc. How may I help you?”

“Hello, Ms. Blanc. This is Wayne with Dr. Turner’s office. We were calling to see if you ever peeked at your calendar?”

“For what?”

“You missed your appointment with us last month for your wellness exam and birth control injection.”

I groan. “Crap. I forgot all about that. Let me look at my schedule and call you back.”

I end the call before he can reply. Dropping my phone into my bag, I walk toward a table with a coffee station. Caffeine is what I need right now. Caffeine solves everything.

Felicity approaches as I fix my drink.

“What did Cordelia say?”

“Not much. My phone rang three times, and she sent me away. Told me I need to figure out what I’m doing at HYPE.” I take a sip of coffee and turn to my friend. “Maybe she’s right.”

“Greer, what are you saying?”

“I just feel so…lost. I don’t know what makes me happy anymore.” That’s not true. I know what makes me happy…or who. But that’s just a dream. “Maybe I should take some time off. I can’t remember the last time I had a real vacation.”

Felicity is silent for a moment.

“Okay, let’s plan a killer vacation, then.”

“What?”

“I haven’t had a vacation in ages, either. Let’s go together. Talk things out.”

“As wonderful as that sounds, I doubt Cordelia will let both of us off at the same time.”

Her face falls. “You’re probably right.”

I bump my shoulder against hers. “Thanks for being such a great friend, Felicity.”

“Stop. You’re making this feel like goodbye.”

“It’s not a goodbye.”

But I can’t deny that she’s right. This does feel final.

“Guess I should go talk to Cordelia.”

“Want me to come with you?”

I shake my head. “I’ll be fine.”

I hope.

I find Cordelia still seated in the boardroom. Ironically, she’s on her phone. She motions for me to sit. I do and then make sure my phone is on silent as I wait for her. I’m not trying to listen to what she’s saying, but it’s hard not to when she’s right there. I sure as hell don’t expect the words that come out of her mouth.

“Thank you, Senator Ryans. Your donation will go a long way, and I look forward to thanking you in person next week.” There’s a pause. “Yes, I’ll take care of that issue you mentioned.”

She ends the call, setting her phone on the table.

I ask, “What was that?”

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