Page 162 of Stuck With You
My shoulders drop. Of course Cory had a conversation with him. “Really? So, he’s told you?”
He shakes his head. “No, he only told me you might seek my help.”
I stare at him, completely confused. “He said I might need help?”
He pulls a legal pad out from underneath a stack of files. “Yes. He didn’t give specifics. He said that was up to you, but I’m glad to help in any way I can. I’m honored.” He gestures to a chair. “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”
I don’t move. “What are you talking about?”
He straightens. “I assumed Slade was referring to issues with your ex, but if there’s something else . . .”
My heart may no longer be beating, and the world stops turning. I hear nothing but the sound of my brain ticking at a zillion miles per hour.
“I’m sorry, what? Slade talked to you?” It comes out weak and a little breathy. I need oxygen, but my lungs aren’t working.
He leans away from his desk and removes his glasses, running a hand over his face. I see him exhale.
“You didn’t know.” He closes his eyes, shifting in his chair.
My stomach muscles scream from holding myself together. “Would you be able to tell me. . .exactly what the two of you discussed?” I choke it out slowly and carefully.
He blinks a few times while my body instinctively roars with anger from the betrayal. I trusted him with private details of my life, and he came here behind my back to talk to my boss.
“He only wanted to be sure if you asked, I’d help you. I don’t know anything more than that. He was just concerned and looking out for you.”
I know damn well there’s more to it than that. “And how exactly was he going to be assured of this?”
Griffin only stares back.
I blow out a breath, needing my stomach to settle before it launches itself up and out.
My gaze drops to the floor as my mind and heart shatter into a thousand pieces. I want to crumple to the floor right along with them, no longer able to bear the weight of it all.
I ease into his office and drop into a chair, closing my eyes.
“Sarah, let me help you.” His words are soft and muted through the pressure building in my ears.
“Sarah.”
I hear Griffin’s voice, but I can’t see my way out of the stabbing pain that Slade would do this.
Why? Why would he when he knows Miles betrayed me over and over again?
“Sarah.”
My eyes snap open at my name this time, and Griffin’s eyes are filled with concern.
I swallow the sob building in my throat. “Could I have the afternoon off?” I choke it out.
He nods slowly. “Sure.”
I force myself out of the chair.
“Sarah.” I stop in his doorway, needing to get the hell out of there. “He cares about you. He’s. . .a good man. Better than so many of us.”
Griffin’s face fills with something resembling sadness. I don’t understand it, but I can’t think about that.
I grab my things from my office, bypassing Marcie and Robyn’s stares as I exit and climb into my car.
