Page 65 of True Sight
“Well, how else am I supposed to put it? He’s a male, youcall him your friend. ‘Male friend’ seems pretty appropriate for this situation,” she hisses as her hands flail wildly around her head.
My hands scrub down my face. “Look, this, him, me, it’s all brand new, okay? I’m still figuring it all out.”
“How do you know him?”
“He’s a client of mine—” I start to explain.
“God, what is it with our group and sleeping with their clients?” she scoffs to herself and crosses her arms. She pulls her lips into a tight line and glances up at me again.
“Do the guys know?”
“Fuck, no, they don’t know. And I’m not telling them so I would appreciate it if you kept this between us.”
“Of course, Mills. I won’t say anything to anyone. Iswear,” she adds when I raise an eyebrow at her.
“Thank you. Now, as you can see, I have company and I would very much like to get back inside.” I take a step around her to head back in when she stops me.
“Wait,” she calls out and I turn to look at her. “Can I meet him?”
I take a deep breath and want to say no but by the way she’s looking at me, I know this is important. She and I have grown close this year and outside of my three friends, she’s my biggest confidant. I know in my core I can trust her with whatever developing thing is going on between Henry and me.
“Sure.”
She follows me back inside and when the door opens, he stands from the couch where he had been petting Annie. I walk to stand beside him and look nervously between the two of them.
“Margaret, this is Henry. Henry, this is my friend, Margaret.”
He loops an arm around my waist and pulls me into his side proudly before giving her the biggest smile and offering her his hand. “It’s lovely to meet you, Margaret.”
She takes his hand, completely dumbfounded and shakes it, looking between the two of us. Slowly, a smile grows on her face and she sinks her head down into her shoulders which is something she does when she gets excited.
“You two are so fucking cute,” she squeals and pulls us into a hug.
And just like that, my Henry is no longer just mine.
26
CONRAD
My hand reaches for my phone when it buzzes on top of my desk. When I flip it over, I see that it’s Margaret, which is odd but not out of character for her. She told me I’d be filling her in on all things Henry after she left last night so I know a conversation is coming. She hadn’t stayed long which I was thankful for. After hugging us both and calling us ‘cute’ she asked Henry a few cordial questions about himself and then politely excused herself. Once she was gone, Henry asked me if I was okay.
“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” We were sitting next to each other on the couch and throwing the ball for Annie who had fully recharged after a nap.
“Because someone knows now…about this,” he said apprehensively and shrugged. “I know you’re still trying to figure things out, I don’t want you to feel rushed.”
I smiled at him and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. “I’m okay, I promise. Margaret is good people, she won’t tell anyone.”
I just hoped I sold it better to him than I was selling it tomyself because in reality, I’m freaking the fuck out. I haven’t even figured out what the hell I’m doing and now I have Margaret calling me in the middle of the afternoon trying to get me to talk about it. Well she’s going to be disappointed because I don’t have anything to say to her.
“Hello?” I speak into the phone.
“Come downstairs,” she demands on the other end.
“Margaret, I’m working. What do you want?” There is an edge to my voice I hadn’t intended but the growing pressure of her knowing is starting to sit on my chest.
“Don’t talk to me like that,” she spits back. “You might speak to your other friends like that, but not me. Now put your shoes on and come down. Bring Annie, we’re going for a walk.”
She hangs up before I can argue, leaving me nothing else to do but follow her demands. One thing I love about Margaret is she doesn’t put up with my grumpiness and isn’t afraid to call me out for being an ass. She reminds me of Bailey in that way. Sighing heavily, I push from my desk and get ready to meet her outside. The temperatures have dropped significantly as November has finally arrived so I grab a jacket and pull a knit beanie onto my head. Once she’s suited up, my favorite girl and I head downstairs and find Margaret waiting for us on the sidewalk.
