Second Chance Romance: Best of Penny Wylder by Penny Wylder

Author:Penny Wylder [Wylder, Penny]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-10-29T23:00:00+00:00

9

Dalia

Tapping the pen against my desk, I stare off into space. I haven't been able to focus on anything. All I keep thinking about is the baby in my belly, and how the hell I'm going to find the words to tell Lyle.

The phone on my desk rings, causing me to jump. “Hello?” I ask, holding the receiver tightly against my ear. I don't know who I expect on the other end, but my voice holds a slight edge.

“Ms. Greene? Mr. Vox would like to see you in his office.”

“I'm on my way.”

I take a moment, fixing the stuff on my desk. I don't need to, but I do it to postpone having to see Lyle in person. I move the pens, I adjust the papers, I fix the little snow globe I got in Italy when Kira and I went one summer during college.

The phone rings again. “Hello?”

“Mr. Vox is waiting.”

“Right, sorry. I'm going now.”

Standing up, I run my palms down the front of my dress, pulling on the fabric. Straightening my back, I try to push the pregnancy to the back of my mind. I'll tell him, I'm just not sure if today is the day.

The walk to his office is quiet and cold. The hall feels smaller, like the walls are closing in around me the closer I get. I'm not sure I can do this. I'm not sure I can face him without blurting it out with no warning.

I stop outside his door, resting my hand on my stomach as I inhale a big breath. My belly expands with air, and a flash of the future bursts behind my eyes. Shaking the image away, I slowly walk to his door.

Lyle's face is buried in a pile of papers. He has a look of concentration with a hint of frustration in his wrinkled brows.

Taking a step in, I knock at the same time. He lifts his eyes to me, and smiles. It's a warm smile, a happy smile. And I can't help myself, I smile back.

“Hey,” he says. “You're looking better. How do you feel today?” His eyes fall back to the pile of papers.

“Better, thanks for not getting pissed that I left.”

“It's fine, I could tell something was wrong.” He looks up at me briefly and smiles again, then drops his gaze back to the paper. “You see this yet?” he asks, holding up a few of the papers. “Did you get a chance to look over the new ads?”

“No, actually I didn't.” Stepping to his desk, I lift one of them up to look at it when something else catches my eye. Quirking a brow, I push a couple more out of the way, and pull out a paper from the bottom. “Is this. . .” My voice trails off as I stare at the doodles and inked designs.

I recognize it instantly. It's my handwriting, my designs.

Lyle nods, leaning back in his chair. “It is.”

It's the page from my sketch book, the one I had drawn our names together on in hearts and scribbles of little love notes.

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