Page 74 of Unexpected Storms

He shrugged. “I have no clue. I guess we will see how it does today when her employees are there. You might need to go in and adjust a camera or two.”

“Not me. Get someone else to do it.”

“Um…” He paused, and I stepped away and opened the fridge to pull out the makings of my green shake. “I thought that things were okay with you two. Did something happen last night?”

I wanted to burst out laughing. “No.”

“No?”

I grabbed the soy milk and put it on the counter next to my greens. “No, I would just prefer for someone else to do it.”

“Harv, did something happen last night?”

“I told you no.”

“Alright, well, I guess if you don’t want to see her again, I can do it.”

The idea of anyone else being around her in the middle of the night irked me something fierce, but Ali wasn’t my problem—and she sure as hell wasn’t mine to worry about.

“Where is the tablet?”

“In the top bin near the door,” I told him, and he went to get it while I put all my ingredients into my blender. I added protein powder to it and was getting ready to hit the button when Alex came back into the kitchen.

“Looks like the cameras are working.” He held the tablet out toward me, and I zeroed in on Ali moving around the kitchen.

She glanced up at one of the cameras, and her lips were moving. “What is she saying?”

“Don’t know,” Alex said and pushed a button on the screen to see if he could pick up the microphone. The small ones didn’t have sound, but the main ones did.

We could just make out what she was saying, and Alex turned it up. “I guess it doesn’t matter; you did it for your own reasons. I might never know what they were or why you demanded that I leave, but I have to respect your wishes.”

“I assume she is talking about you?” Alex said in question, and I hushed him as she continued.

“I wondered for a long time this morning if maybe I had been the only one to feel it, and that’s why you kicked me out.”

“You kicked her out?” Alex asked quickly.

“Shut up!” I hissed at him as I took the tablet from his hands and walked away. She looked like she hadn’t slept all night, either. That was no doubt my fault.

She sighed. “I thought you had, but I guess I was fooling myself.” She shook her head. “See, that’s part of my problem; I think that when I feel something, someone else might too. That’s why I decided to do this stupid dancing show anyway. I thought maybe without words, with just movement, I might find someone who was perfect for me.”

She frowned, and I sank onto my sofa. I felt Alex step behind the couch and knew he was watching. I didn’t care. I only cared what she had to say.

She glanced up, her green eyes wary. “I sure thought I did. I mean, I know I told you that I was sorry and that I had chosen wrong, but what Blake and I—”

I turned off the speaker before I could hear what she had to say. I didn’t want to know what Ali and Blake had together. It didn’t matter. Her words didn’t matter. I tossed the tablet to the couch cushion and started toward the stairs.

Alex grabbed my arm and pulled me to a stop. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Nothing, I need a shower. I don’t have time to listen to her boohoo about how she picked Blake and doesn’t know what to do now.”

“What happened with you two last night?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

Alex laughed. “That sure didn’t sound like nothing. Did you sleep with her when she brought you home?”

“No!”

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