Page 4 of It Could Happen
Parker is almost always concerned about meeting someone, and I get it. It’s a tough world out there. Dating isn’t for the weak, that’s for sure.
“Speaking of happily ever after, what happened with the guy from Dallas who was supposed to be visiting you?” I ask.
She shakes her head swiftly. “That was a huge failure. As soon as he told me he was meeting two other women while he was in town, I bowed out gracefully.”
Ugh. Poor Parker.
“Maybe online dating isn’t the way to go,” I suggest.
She bites her lower lip. “You might be right. It certainly hasn’t worked for me yet.”
I’ve actually heard some successful online dating stories, so it could still happen for Parker.
“You could just relax and let it happen naturally,” I say.
She lets out a dramatic sigh. “I know. I’m kind of over all the nonsense. I don’t want to be constantly worrying about finding my soul mate. It’s all about timing.”
“Exactly.”
Parker holds her head up high and turns around in her chair.
I’ll give her a few days, and she’ll be back to her old self—which is okay. I’m certainly not judging.
ChapterTwo
I’m usually not one to stalk people online, but I end up spending quite some time looking up Caroline’s other bridesmaids’ profiles. I guess it’s not really stalking—more like research. After over a hundred text messages, I’m becoming very intrigued by this group of women. From what I can tell, Caroline, Erica, Rachel and Leslie spend a lot of time together. I’m not sure how Jeannie fits into the mix. She didn’t add much to the text conversation.
“He’s coming here today,” Parker shouts in a loud whisper as she rushes toward her desk.
“Who?” I ask.
I’m in the middle of looking at photos that Caroline and her friends took during a trip to the Magnolia Market in Texas. I’ve always wanted to go there.
“Mr. Fix-it is coming here today.”
I give her a confused look. “What? Who are you talking about?”
“The guy who’s coming to fix our office.” She looks at her reflection in her phone and fixes her hair. “I overheard Steven on the phone.”
She quickly slides her chair over to where our co-workers Shannon and Bobby sit to tell them about her latest discovery.
I abandon my research to return to what I should be doing—checking in with my clients and trying to find new ones. If Parker’s information is accurate, I should probably attempt to do my job.
“Hey, everyone,” Steven says, appearing from around the corner. “Just a heads up—corporate is sending Spencer Brady here this afternoon. We’ll have a team meeting around four o’clock.”
“Who’s Spencer Brady?” Parker asks nonchalantly. Of course she already knows that he’s the man she just referred to as Mr. Fix-it.
“Supposedly, he’s one of those ‘sales experts,’” Steven says, making quotation marks with his fingers. “They think he’s going to improve things here in the Orlando office. Hah. We had the best sales numbers in our region last month. I’m not sure what they think this guy is going to change, but whatever.”
This is true. GFP has three offices in the state of Florida and others around the southeast, and we’re usually a frontrunner.
Steven yawns widely. He looks completely uninterested, maybe there is some truth to what Parker said about him being nudged into retirement.
“Should we be concerned about any big changes?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Always. You know there have been rumblings for a while. And I should tell you that there’s a good chance I’ll be replaced.”
And there it is. He doesn’t seem surprised or even upset. I shoot a glance at Parker, who’s pretending to be shocked. She might make a good detective, but she’s a terrible actress.
