“Why? You went back to Charlie’s, and we know what you did. Why didn’t you stay?”
“I said I didn’t want to make things weird, and he agreed.” I walked to my bedroom, opened the dresser drawer, and pulled out my nightshirt.
“Are you okay?” Olivia asked.
“Yeah, Mar, you seem off.”
“I’m fine.” I smiled. “Just tired.”
I always told my best friends everything, but tonight, I couldn’t because I didn’t know how I felt.
Chapter Eleven
ONE MONTH LATER
Charlie
I was sitting behind my desk, staring out the window, when my office door opened, and Chase walked in.
“Are you ready to play?” he asked.
“Yeah.” I sighed, turning my chair around.
We walked over to the couch, turned on the TV, and tested one of our new games.
“Have you talked to Marley?” Chase asked.
“No. Why?”
“I don’t know. I just thought you might have called her. It has been a month since your last date.”
“It wasn’t a date. It was dinner and sex. Nothing else.”
“You bought out Salvatore’s for an entire night. That classifies as a date. Besides, Lila wants the four of us to get together.”
“Then tell Lila to call Marley and do lunch or something. Why do I need to be involved?”
“Did someone take their pissy mood pills this morning?”
“Shit. Did you see that glitch?” I asked.
“No. What glitch?”
“Exactly. You’re too busy grilling me about Marley and not paying attention to the game. Focus, Chase. You know how I operate.”
“I’m sure she’s missing your charm,” he said.
“I made it very clear that I wasn’t looking for anything, and so did she. She’s not missing anything.”
“Women lie. I’m sure she said that because of what you said.”
“Drop it, Chase, and I mean it,” my authoritative voice spoke.
“Whatever, Charlie. It’s your life.”
“Damn right, it is.”
I left my office and walked a couple of blocks to pick up a sandwich for lunch. I could have had my assistant pick it up, but I needed some fresh air. My phone dinged with a text, so I looked down at it and suddenly bumped into someone.