Page 39 of Never With You
“Alright, then.” He puts the car in reverse and backs out of the driveway.
My hands clasp together in my lap with my focus straight ahead.
“Caroline feeling better?”
“Yep.”
“Your mom will be home soon?”
“Yep.”
I’m giving Nate nothing. Quite frankly, I have nothing to give. It’s been a humiliating twenty minutes that have sucked me of my pride and dignity.
“So your friend on the phone was nice,” he says after a few silent minutes.
Oh, here it comes. I think I’m going to be sick.
“Yep.”
“She mentioned a dream you had about me. Something about us in the supply closet.”
I grit my teeth, wishing I had never told Camila about that in the first place. “Yeah, I dreamed last month that I murdered you—in the supply closet.” I finally glance at his smug face. “With the wrench,” I add after seeing his laughing brown eyes.
“No, that sounds like the game Clue. Definitely not what she described. She said, and I quote,‘a seggsy’dream.”
“You misheard. Savage is probably what she said. You know, because of the brutality of the murder.”
“No, I don’t think so. She definitely described it as ‘seggsy,’which I’m pretty sure means sexy.” He does his best to keep an even face. “You had a sexy dream about me in the supply closet at work. It’s natural, nothing to be embarrassed about.”
I draw in a breath, trying to distract myself from this nightmare.
“So what was I doing in this dream?” I can tell from his voice he’s way too pleased with himself. “Or should I say,we?What werewedoing in this dream?”
“We’re not talking about this.”
“Wow, that much, huh?”
“No.” I lift my chin. “I’m just not interested in feeding you delusions of grandeur.”
A throaty laugh escapes his mouth. “Okay, fine. You don’t have to give me details. You can keep them locked away in your mind to relive over and over whenever you’re lonely.”
“You’re such a jerk,” I say under my breath as I turn my body farther away from him.
But all Nate does is laugh, fueling my passionate dislike even more.
Lyle scansthe Thailand trip notes, ensuring all the final details are accounted for, since this is our last official day at work before we fly out Sunday morning. “It looks like Pureskin hired a new event manager, and they want him and his fiancée added to the trip last minute so he can learn the ropes.”
“Yeah, Pureskin sent over the new hire information.” Nate nods.
“When did that happen?” I turn to him. “I’ve heard nothing about this.”
“You don’t need to know anything about it. I took care of it.” His focus goes back to Lyle. “He’s using company points for their flights, but I got them a room at all the hotels and added them to the tours.”
I guess it’s fine as long as Nate actually did the work.
“Speaking of flight points”—Lyle looks at us both over the rim of his reading glasses—“we have one upgrade to business class. The company standard is that we give upgrades to whoever has the most tenure.” He looks at me with apologetic eyes. “Sorry, Carly, but Nate gets the first-class seat.”
My heart and my shoulders sink. It’s a long flight, and the difference between coach and business class is everything. I’m assuming it’s everything. I’ve never flown first class before.
