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I glance at her, but she’s already rolling her wheelchair toward the door. “I’ll keep that in mind,” I say, though my words feel hollow.
She pauses just before she leaves. “Take care of yourself. I love you.”
I nod again, but the words don’t feel right. “Love you, too.”
And just like that, she’s gone.
But her words linger like a weight on my chest.
Chapter Five
Blossom
I open the door to the apartment, the familiar smell of warm cheese and tortillas greeting me as I step inside. Amy’s standing at the stove, flipping a quesadilla with practiced ease. The faint sound of sizzling fills the small kitchen.
Dropping my bag on the couch, I finally kick off my shoes.
The day has been nuts.
My mind’s still stuck on everything that happened at the hotel, and every time I think about Noah, I can feel my pulse quicken.
It’s a mess, and I don’t even know how to talk about it.
Amy turns around as I walk in, her blonde bob bouncing with the movement. She looks at me expectantly. “So, how was your first day, Bee?” she asks, her eyes wide with curiosity. “Was it everything you imagined?”
I wave my hand, brushing it off. “It was fine,” I say quickly, heading toward my room to change. “Busy, you know. A lot of stuff to learn.”
She doesn't buy it. “Come on, tell me all about it. What happened that’s got you so wound up?” she presses, following me into the living room. “What’s going on?”
I glance over at her, unsure of how to even start. My stomach churns. “It’s nothing. Really,” I lie, my voice coming out a little too high-pitched.
Amy crosses her arms, her gaze narrowing. “You’re not fooling anyone. Spill it, Bee. What’s going on with you?”
I can’t keep it in any longer. The words spill out before I can even stop myself. “Noah Hudson is the same Noah from the wedding,” I blurt out.
Amy freezes, the spatula hovering in midair. Her mouth drops open, and her eyes widen in shock. “You slept withour boss?” she exclaims, the words coming out in a disbelieving gasp.
“I didn’t know he was our boss yet!” I defend myself, feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment. “He didn’t tell me.”
Amy bursts out laughing, shaking her head. “Oh my God, Bee. You’ve got to be kidding me.” She places the quesadillas on a plate and carries them over to the coffee table, but she’s still grinning from ear to ear. “Well, shit. That’s a good one.”
“I don’t know what to do,” I confess, sitting down on the couch. “This is so...awkward. What if it messes up everything? What if he tells everyone?”
Amy plops down next to me, casually munching on her quesadilla. “Calm down,” she says between bites, “You’re both adults, right? It’s not like you got caught in the supply closet or anything. Shit happens.”
I stare at her, dumbfounded. “You’re really not freaking out about this?”
“Why should I?” She shrugs, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “You know what?It’s New York City.People fuck.”
I’m still processing Amy’s nonchalant response, my mind spinning as she plops a perfectly cooked quesadilla onto another plate. She slides it toward me and looks at me expectantly, like it’s no big deal.
“Really?” I mutter, shaking my head in disbelief. “You’re reallythiscalm about it?”
Amy shrugs, sitting back on the couch and taking a bite of her food. “Look, Bee, it’s not a big deal. You’re both grown adults. You weren’t trying to sabotage your careers or anything. You didn’t even know he was your boss when it happened. You’re fine. Relax.”
I can’t help but stare at her. “You’re just...okay with it?”
She rolls her eyes. “Yes, I’m okay with it. Why wouldn’t I be? You’re not going to marry the guy or anything, right? Just keep it professional moving forward. Hell, half the people in this city are probably sleeping with someone they shouldn’t. So just don’t make it weird.”
