Page 33 of Say You Remember Me
My curiosity spiked, I clicked on the email. Before diving into the message, I checked the email address—[email protected].
Everstone Energy was her grandpa’s company. So yep, this was definitely her.
I swallowed, my heart thudding as I refocused on the email’s body, wondering what she might want from Ian.
Hi Ian,
I’m sure you’re surprised to see an email from me as it has been a long time since we’ve last spoken. But I saw that you’ll be speaking at the summit in Boston next week, and since I’llbe there, representing my grandfather’s company, I wanted to reach out.
I know things didn’t end well between us—mostly because of me—but I’ve been thinking about our time together lately and if you’re open to it, I’d love the chance to catch up while we’re in the same location. Maybe clear the air?
Let me know what you think.
-Margot
I read the message again, trying to decipher the tone. Was it a professional catch-up or something of a more personal nature?
From what she said about things not ending well between them, it made it seem like this might be a more personal message.
Had they been friends at one time? Or had they dated?
The last I’d seen of her on social media was all the gossip surrounding her breakup with the professional hockey player she’d been dating for several years.
But maybe she and Ian had known each other before that?
Maybe in high school? Or college?
I furrowed my brow as I tried to decide what I should do with this message. Normally, if I could see Ian was in between tasks, I would just pop my head in his office and ask how to handle it. But he’d been working on his presentation all morning and had the smart glass of his office walls switched to their frosted setting, signaling he was not to be disturbed.
So instead of doing anything about this email, I marked it asunreadfor the moment and jotted down a reminder on a sticky note to ask him about it later.
Around a quarter to noon, the door to Ian’s office finally opened. When he stepped out, his warm smile instantly sent a flutter through me, causing my mind to flash back to last night—those stolen moments, the lingering tension between us, the way our gazes locked and held, unspoken words hanging in the air.
“Can’t believe it’s already lunchtime,” he said, his dark hair slightly tousled like he’d been running his hands through it all morning. “I’ve been buried in that presentation for hours.”
“How’s it going?” I asked.
“Good, actually.” A grin spread across his face. “I think I finally figured out that part I’ve been struggling with.”
“That’s great,” I said, and I meant it. Seeing him light up like that made something inside me warm.
“Any calls I should know about?” he asked, leaning against the edge of my desk.
“Just one. From the Everett Group. They asked if they could move their meeting back to four o’clock instead of three. Since you didn’t have anything scheduled then, I made the switch.”
“Perfect.” He nodded. “Anything else I need to know about before I head out to lunch?”
“Just one more thing…” I hesitated, unsure how to bring up the email since I didn’t know what he would think of it. But deciding to just go for it, I said, “I took care of most of your emails this morning, but there was one I wasn’t sure how to handle.”
His eyebrows lifted. “Yeah?”
I nodded and licked my lips. “It’s from Margot Cavanaugh.”
“M-Margot?” His expression changed at the mention of her name, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “She—” He licked his lips. “She emailed me?”
I nodded, trying to keep my tone casual. “She mentioned she’ll be at the Boston Summit and wanted to catch up. I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to schedule a meeting or if it was something more...personal.”
Ian’s brow furrowed, and he seemed to pause, as if trying to make sense of why she would reach out. After a moment, he said, “I’ll handle that one.”
