Fade In by Mabie M

Author:Mabie, M. [Mabie, M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: novel
Publisher: M. Mabie
Published: 2014-03-14T16:00:00+00:00

Turns out that I didn't have to worry about Kurt coming to my condo. After I got off of the phone with Ben last night, he called Phil to make sure it was known to the building manager that he wasn't allowed on the property. Besides that, Cooper paid Kurt a visit this morning after he'd learned that he’d been released sometime in the night.

I didn't ask all of the details, but I'm no fool. I know my brother, and I'm certain that he threatened him within an inch of his life. Cooper only told me that he's sure that they, and I quote, “got some things straight.”

This morning sucks. My coffee doesn't taste as good when he makes it. I'm hungry and I didn't allow myself enough time for breakfast. My hair is weird and I'm...off.

It's probably just all of the turmoil from the day before getting to me and that I'm pretty anxious about party. I know for a fact it'll go well, but I want Cooper and Winnie to have the best time.

It's their wedding shower. Sure, it’ll be a bit unorthodox in terms of showers, but it suits them. Cocktails and eveningwear definitely suit by best friend. And if she's happy, he's happy. They'll love it. I hope.

As I ride to work in the front seat—again—with Ray, I'm determined to get something that has been pacing through my mind figured out.

“Hey, Ray?” I begin. We don't talk much. Sure, last night altered our professional relationship a bit, but it isn't like we're going to paint each other's toenails or wax poetic about our favorite hotties. He's my driver.

He doesn't speak, only looking in my direction as he slows to the red light ahead.

“Why did you call my personal assistant last night and tell him what happened?” I didn't want to offer much information, but I'm sure he sees us. He knows that we're, umm...whatever we are. He must have seen our goodbye yesterday morning.

“Ben asked me to call him if anything happened or if your safety was a concern.”

That's sweet, but it is also a little fucked up. I'm their boss.

I need to think that through and let it sink in.

By the time we pull up to ABN, I have scripted and re-scripted exactly how and what I want to say. That's a writer’s occupational hazard for sure. Typically, my mouth just barks out any old thing it wants to, but when it counts, I analyze the shit out of myself.

As we come to a complete stop, I stay put, not reaching for the door or my bag. I want him to see that this is important.

“Ray, first, I appreciate everything you did last night. It was above and beyond your responsibilities as my driver. Thank you. I'd like you to pick a few ball games to take your boys to this summer, or whatever you like, and let me know the dates. My treat.” I give a sincerely grateful smile.

“Ms. Elliott, you don't have to do that—”

I interrupt and my hand deflects his rebuttal.

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