Page 18 of Vicious Arrangement
I shake my head and put my fists on my hips. “Do I look like someone who owns sky-high heels?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I don’t. I’m a nurse, I don’t get that many opportunities on double shifts to wear sky-high heels in the ER. Funny, that.”
“Ha ha and ha.”
I frown at my reflection. “I can’t wear this.”
“You can. I can go shopping again. Do you have another half hour to an hour because I’m really going to have to look hard for something that meets your high standards.”
I shoot her the filthiest look I can muster and grab my Balenciaga bag Gramps got me last birthday. It’s one of those dress up or down things and big enough to be practical and small enough not to be the equivalent of a backpack.
“No. I don’t have time, and I need to get to the subway and?—”
“Nope, no you don’t.” She shakes her phone at me. “Your Uber awaits. Just call me your hot and sexy fairy godmother.” Katie waves at me, shooing me to the door. “I’ll hang out with Angus for a bit to make sure you don’t need a shoulder to cry on, and then I’ll jet. Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Or you can, y’know if you wanna bring him back and?—”
I walk out, slamming the door behind me.
The tablehe chose is one of those attention-getter tables and I’m beyond pissed.
I check my phone for the tenth time in ten minutes.
Katie:Well????
How is he???
Go to the bathroom and give me a report.
Is he all we dreamed he could be?
I snatch up my wine, because even though I know it’s not done, I need something, and drinking a shot of whiskey might not be the done thing. But I’m both wired tight and exhausted and something’s got to give before I storm out, burst into tears, or both.
I’m not given to tears, but a seventeen-hour shift—seventeen because I was needed—wears down all your edges and there are times when the smallest thing makes you snap or burst into stupid tears.
But right now, it’s anger ruling.
Me :No need to go the restroom for a report.
Katie:that good? Are you heading to his penthouse? I bet he lives in a penthouse on top of his own building.
Me:No need as he isn’t here.
Katie:Rude.
I send her a thumb’s up.
It is rude. I rushed to get here, I’m dead on my feet, and he doesn’t even have the courtesy to get my number to let me know he’s late.
Fifteen minutes now, and counting.
Me:I’m leaving in ten.
Katie:He’ll have an excuse. Besides, he’s rich, busy and you’re marrying him. We’ll get a prenup for half his holdings and buy a wedding dress triple the amount I was thinking of making him spend.
I laugh, shaking my head.
Me:I don’t think he’ll agree to that prenup and I’m not doing this to make money. I’m doing it for Gramps.
