Page 10 of The Wrong One

It wasn’t exactly the most enthusiastic pitch. But I did what I could.

Izzy smiled. “You guys are very sweet.”

“It’s not about being sweet,” Ramsey said. “We had some shakeups at the company. Cam could really use some help in the lab. We were going to hire someone anyway. You would be a good fit. You have the experience and we know you’re not a flake. You’ll be an asset. We could use you.”

“It’s very generous and I do appreciate it, but before I give you an answer, can I have some time to think about it?” Izzy asked.

It was hope for me, but I saw the disappointment on Ramsey’s face. “Of course,” Ramsey said. “Just don’t wait too long. Cam really needs some help. He’s going to keep complaining if I don’t get someone in there.”

Izzy laughed. “I will tell you tomorrow. I just need to get my head around it. I don’t like pity.”

“It’s not pity,” Ramsey said. “You need a job. We need someone.”

She nodded. “Thank you. I really do appreciate it. I’m just in such a weird place right now.”

“I get it,” Ramsey said. “Just take your time.”

“Thank you.”

After hanging out a bit longer, I left his house. I felt bad I didn’t sound more enthusiastic. I should have encouraged her more. Ramsey was going to give me hell if she ultimately decided not to take the job. He was going to blame me for not jumping up and down and begging her to come on board.

ChapterFive

Izzy

Ifluffed my hair, spritzed a little product on, and stepped back. It was weird to be getting dressed up to go out. I had not been out since the breakup. Hell, I barely put makeup on anymore. But Emmy insisted we go out for a drink tonight. She promised it would be really laid back. It wasn’t like we were going out to a club. We were just going out with a few of Emmy’s friends that I had met briefly before.

I heard the knock on my door and knew it was Emmy. I didn’t want to go out, but she would very literally drag me out of the apartment by my hair if I didn’t walk out under my own steam. I opened the door to find her ready to knock again.

“I’m ready,” I said.

“Good, because I didn’t want to have to drag you.”

“I can’t say I’m going to be great company,” I confessed.

“I’m great company.” She laughed. “I will make sure you have a good time. You’re going to get to sit back and unwind and get back into the groove of things. You can’t sit here in this apartment and sulk. It’s time. You have a whole life in front of you. It’s time to start living again.”

“I know, I know,” I said.

I grabbed my purse and hopped in the back of the cab with Emmy. “Where are we going?” I asked her.

“It’s my friend’s bar,” Emmy asked. “They’re going through a rebranding of sorts. It’s a very laidback place.”

We arrived at the pub in Southie and ended up being the only people in the place. I supposed if this was her way of going out, it worked for me. I did feel like I could have saved myself the time it took to get my makeup on. There was no one to impress.

Emmy’s friend Caroline greeted us. “This is Lena and Julia,” she said.

She quickly filled me in on the twins and how they were all connected to each other.

“Lena is going to be bringing out one of her new creations,” Caroline said. “She’s working on a new menu and we get to be the guinea pigs.”

“I love pub food,” I said with a smile. “I’m happy to be a guinea pig.”

“Are you originally from Boston?” Julia asked me.

“Yes.” I nodded. “Born and raised.”

“Where have you been?” she asked.

---