Page 52 of The Suit

Then got back in.

Then out again.

I could have been mistaken for a nervous teen inviting a date to prom as I hesitated back and forth, almost hopping about as I waited to see if she noticed me, though I’d have been surprised if she could see anything through the tears. Unfortunately, my feet made the decision for me and started moving of their own accord until I was standing in front of her.

We might have fucked half a dozen times over the last week, my dick stretching her out as she fell apart, clenching around me, but standing here watching her cry felt more intimate than anything that involved us being naked.

My heart was the second body part to make a decision for me.

She startled as I sat down and pulled her into my lap, holding her tight even as she pushed me away. But soon the touch of another person was too much and she stopped fighting, and gave into another round of wrenching sobs.

I rocked her as she’d done to that kid, strokingher hair while everyone who passed gave us a wide berth. Even Chuck came out to see what the problem was, then stepped back.

“Holmes,” I whispered, “Beulah, we need to stand up. My car’s over there so we won’t go far, and you can continue crying if you want.”

She didn’t say anything as I stood her up then took her hand like a child, leading us to the car.Only when I pressed the car fob for the doors to glide up, did I receive a look that made me think the old Beulah was on her way back.

“Hop in,” I ordered, and she did, before I shut the door behind her, then slipped around to my side and joined her.

I waited, expecting her to say something, anything as she pulled on the hem of her hoodie, but nothing came; and this quiet, sad Beulah was not something I was keen on experiencing.

It was as unsettling as a yacht on stormy waters.

“Beulah?”

I waited again until she finally turned to look at me. This time, anger had made an appearance, and anger was good.

“What we’re you doing in there, Latham? Were you spying on me?”

I shook my head, finding it alarmingly easy to stay calm. “No. I had to drop some forms off. Now, my turn.”

I knew she expected me to ask the same thing, but I always did what was least expected…

“What are your holiday weekend plans?”

“What?”

“Your plans for this weekend, what are they?”

She stuttered out of her shock, then shrugged. “I have work to do.”

I could see Chuck peering out of the doors, wondering what was going on; something I wanted the answer to myself.

“And?”

“And what?”

“You can’t be working the entire weekend. I want to know what other plans you have.” Her shoulders drooped enough that I knew my guess was bang on. “You were spending it by yourself?”

Her jaw set with determination, though not quite as strongly as usual. “I have things to do.”

“That don’t include work?”

She sniffed and wiped her nose, then looked away. She really was terrible at lying.

I started the engine and joined the hospital traffic for the second time.

Her entire body swung round to mine, “What are you doing?”

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