Page 73 of One Bad Idea
She crossed her arms. "Are you expecting someone?"
"No. Why?"
"Because you keep looking at the door." Her eyes narrowed. "Or is that some sort of hint?"
Yes. It was.
But she obviously wasn't taking it.
Bummer for me.
I made a sound of frustration. "Look, I'll just be honest. I don't know what you want, or why you're here. I already told you that Jaden isn't in today, so—"
"You toldme?"She was glaring now. "Don't you mean,Itoldyou?"
"Fine. But just so you know, I'd already figured that out on my own."
She gave another snort of derision. "If so, it's theonlything you've figured out."
I stiffened. "And what doesthatmean?"
"It means, you're in my daughter's seat."
Oh for God's sake. This again?
I'd heard a similar statement from Morgan. By now, I felt like tossing that stupid chair out the window – except that I didn'thavea window, unless I counted the interior one that faced Jaden's office.
I gave her my snottiest smile. "I can't, because I’m standing."
She looked at me like I was crazy. "What are you talking about?"
I pointed to the chair behind my desk. "You see that thing? My buttisn'tin it."
She didn't even look at the chair. "Youknowwhat I meant."
I widened my eyes in mock confusion. "Do I?"
"If you don't, lemme spell it out. Sitting or not, you're in Morgan's spot. And by the time she and Jaden get back from Miami, it would be nice if you were gone."
I froze. So that's where Jaden was?Miami? With Morgan?
The news hit like me a slap to the face. I wasn’t even sure why. Yesterday, he'd mentioned plans at six o'clock. In my mind, I'd imagined dinner plans or some sort of business meeting.
Ihadn'timagined him hopping a plane to Miami with Morgan. A quiet scoff escaped my lips.No.He wouldn’t evenneedto hop a plane. Miami was just a few hours away by car. And even if he did want to fly, he had hisownplane, ready to take him wherever at his convenience.
Well, goodie for him.
In front of me, Darla smiled. "I see I've got your attention."
I gave her a look. "Is there anything else? Because I really do need to get back to work."
She didn't move. And neither did I. The visual standoff lasted way too long for my comfort.
I said a silent prayer.Just go already.
But she didn't.
Instead, she turned in the wrong direction, heading not toward the exit, but rather toward the half of the suite that belonged to Jax.
