The Wrong Goodbye by Amy Sparling

The Wrong Goodbye by Amy Sparling

Author:Amy Sparling [Sparling, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-04-29T18:30:00+00:00


Chapter 14

I lean back in my desk chair and rub my eyes. I’ve been listing properties for four hours straight and I’m sick of looking at the computer. I long for my high school years when I played football and rode four wheelers and spent eighty percent of my life outdoors with the hot Texas sun on my face. Being an adult has its privileges, but I really miss being outdoors. Out of this office. Out of this stupid desk chair.

“Hey, Janie?” I call out through my open office door.

“What can I do for you?” my assistant replies, appearing in my doorway a few seconds later. Janie is nearly sixty years old and one of my mom’s best friends. Unlike my mom, who still has long brown (dyed) hair and dresses modern, Janie looks like a grandmother. She was the assistant for my grandfather, and then for my dad, and now for me. I consider her like a part of the family.

I shift around in my chair. “Can you find me a new office chair? Something comfortable?”

She frowns. “Is that one broken? It’s only about six months old, so it’s probably under warranty.”

“Not broken,” I say with a shake of my head. “Just uncomfortable. Get something fancy with good reviews for being soft enough to spend hours in and not want to kill yourself.”

She chuckles. “Any price range in mind?”

“I don’t care. Just something nice. And get yourself one too, if you want.”

“What about the boys?” she says, referring to my cousins.

I smirk. “They can keep their current chairs.”

She smirks back because she’s not exactly their biggest fan, especially after she walked in on a conversation they were having trying to convince me to fire her and hire a “hot assistant”. I assured her that her job is safe with me as long as she wants it. Hiring some hot woman just because she’s hot doesn’t seem like good business sense. I’m here to make money, not treat women like objects.

Janie lingers in the doorway. “Is that why you’re down today? The chair?”

“Huh?” I say.

She frowns a little, like she doesn’t want to talk, but I don’t let her off the hook that easily. “What’s up?”

“Well … You’ve been … down since you got back from Arizona. Is it the uncomfortable chair?”

I think we both know it’s not the chair. But I don’t feel like talking about it, even to Janie, who is a good friend to me, even if she is more than twice my age. “Nah, I’m just tired,” I say, hoping I sound convincing. I give her a kind smile. “Don’t worry about me. I’m good.”

“Okay,” she says, not sounding very convinced. But she leaves anyhow, and I let out a breath I’d been holding.

Now my hurt over losing Alexa is interfering with my job. I have got to get it together. Not only are most of my waking moments filled with reliving that hot make out session in my mind, but now I’m starting to think of other things, too.



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