Page 12 of David's Love

Once I walked out of my marriage and came to terms with what my life had been, I felt less pain, regret, and thirst for vengeance.

It was a rocky journey, and I had a lot to do with it.

Running a hand over my face, I mute the ringer and get ready to call Elizabeth.

Quietly, Julie’s name flashes across the screen.

Tonight is surely one of those nights when ghosts from the past and other forces are at play, trying to decide what my life will look like in the next few months.

“Julie,” I say, taking the call. “How are things?”

“Things are all right.”

A background noise drifts to me.

“Where are you?” I ask, checking the time.

It’s late in Colorado.

“I’m walking into the Casino.”

I pull upright.

“Why?”

“Doing some business,” she says, amused.

“Julie?”

She laughs.

“Don’t get all worked up. Things are under control. I just need to get some paperwork for James.”

The noise subsides, and her footsteps ring against the floors.

“He asked you to do that?”

“No. I mean, yes. No.”

She seems to be pushing a door open before silence surrounds her.

I’m hoping it's the door to my office.

“His secretary had sent me your new schedule, and I thought putting all the business information together would be a good start. It would be easier for you.”

“Why now? It’s late. You should be home.”

“You know me, Boss. I’m a night owl. Besides, I just had the most outrageously delicious dinner at Miranda’s house and don’t feel like sleeping. I might hit the gym later.”

“You should not.”

She chuckles, entertained.

“The gym crawls with bodyguards, so you shouldn’t be worried.”

“It’s them I’m worried about.”

“You shouldn’t be. They’re not my type.”

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