The rest of the day goes by in a sort of blur, and I’m not at the top of my game. I can’t help but be mired in memories of when Meredith and I were together.
It’s nearing five when everyone heads out, and I realize that Meredith is still in her office. I knock on her door again. She doesn’t answer right away.
“Meredith?”
She opens the door, standing there in her pantsuit, looking up at me. “Yes, boss?”
There’s a hint of a tease in her voice, and it makes me smile. Maybe she’s coming around after all.
“It’s almost closing time.”
“I’ve got a little work to finish. I’ll lock up.”
“Are you sure? I could drive you home.”
She stiffens. “I have my own car.”
“Of course, you do,” I mumble. Meredith is the epitome of “born with a silver spoon in her mouth.” She has everything taken care of, and maybe part of me resented that.
Meredith glares at me. “Don’t start, Logan.”
I hold up my hands in defense. “Who said I’m starting anything?”
“I know how you feel about my family situation.”
“You don’t know how I feel about itnow.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “Do you feel differently about it now?”
I think about it for a long moment. “No.”
She snorts. “Typical.”
I want to roll my eyes, but I contain myself.
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, princess.”
“Don’t call me that.” She pushes past me, stalking out of the building.
“Thought you had work to do!” I call, but it’s too late, she’s already outside.
I let out a long breath before following her.
I grab her wrist as she heads to her car, and she whirls around, her blue eyes aflame.
“What do you want from me, Logan?”
I huff out a breath. “I just want us to be civil.”
“I’m being civil.”
I scoff. “Yeah, right. If looks could kill, I’d be dead.”
She groans, rubbing a hand across her face. “I can’t pretend that I like you, Logan. But I don’t have to like you. You’re my boss, not my boyfriend.”
“We can’t pretend that the past didn’t happen.”
“Watch me.”