“Aw, honey. You have to stop living in the past. Maybe Brett never would have said those things to you. Hell, he didn’t even know you were pregnant, Lorelei, so you really don’t know for sure how he would have reacted. You’re a grown up now and you’re playing in the grown up world.”#p#分页标题#e#
“So you’re saying that it was okay for him to talk to me like that?”
“No. That’s not what I’m saying. But you also need to understand that he was hurt. He found out by accident one of the most personal things about you. He probably felt betrayed that you didn’t trust him enough to tell him.”
“How could I trust him when he flat out told me he hated kids? You even told me not to tell him. Hell, Garrett didn’t even tell him because he was afraid he’d fire me.”
“Okay. Okay. You have a point. But still.”
Taking our coffee over to the couch, I sat down and crossed my legs.
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore. You’re never going to believe what I did.”
“Oh my God, what did you do?”
“I created a profile on Match.com.”
“Shut up! You did not!” she exclaimed.
I grabbed my laptop from the coffee table and logged into my account. This was the first time I had done that since the night I created it. I had over fifty responses.
“Oh shit. Look at this.” I laughed.
We spent the next hour going through the profiles and laughing.
“This guy isn’t bad. He’s an ad executive. He has a daughter who’s eleven and his hobby is bird watching.”
I rolled my eyes. “He’s also forty years old. What the hell does he want with a twenty-five-year-old?”
“You really need to ask that?” Stella spoke. “Just think of all the different kinds of birds you could learn about. I wonder if he makes those weird bird sounds to them.” She laughed.
Chapter Forty-Four
Lorelei
I stopped at Starbucks to get Jack his morning coffee. I hadn’t heard from him since Saturday night and he didn’t respond to my text messages. As I walked down the hallway to my desk, many of my coworkers welcomed me back. I took in a deep breath as I walked into Jack’s office.
“Good morning,” I spoke.
He looked up at me from the papers he was looking over and mumbled, “Morning.” When I set the coffee on his desk, I waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. He looked back down at his papers and acted like I wasn’t even standing there.
“Did you get my text messages?” I asked.
“Yes,” he responded without looking up.
“Why didn’t you text me back?”
“I really didn’t have time.”
“Oh.” I stood there feeling like an idiot. “How’s Coco?”
“She’s fine.”
“Any more news about Joshua?”
“No.”
“Does your mother know what happened?”
He sighed and looked up at me as he grabbed his coffee cup.
“What is this? A million questions? If I wanted to talk to you about this, I would. You have a ton of work to do since you were out all last week. I suggest you get to your desk and start working.”
Wow. Wow. Wow. What the fuck was his problem? I quietly walked out of his office and sat down at my desk. Asshole. I pulled out the small framed picture I had of Hope and set it next to my computer. A few moments later, Garrett walked up and I couldn’t help but notice the large bruise on his face.
“Ouch. What happened?” I asked with concern.
“Jack didn’t tell you?”
“No. Jack isn’t saying much to me these days.”
“He punched me.”
“Oh my God. Why would he do that?”#p#分页标题#e#
“I’d rather not get into that right now. How are you feeling? How’s Hope?”
“We’re both a lot better. Thank you for asking.”
“Good. I’m happy to hear that. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to talk to Jack. Let’s hope he doesn’t punch me again.” He winked.
Sitting there, I watched Garrett walk into Jack’s office and shut the door. What the hell was going on with him that would make him punch his best friend?
A few moments later, the door opened and Garrett walked out.
“Escaped without any assault.” He winked with a smile and then strutted down the hallway.
Garrett left the door open to Jack’s office and I couldn’t help but steal a glance from my desk. Jack was sitting in his chair, looking out the window.
“Oh shit!” he exclaimed as he jumped up and ran down the hallway.
I needed to know what was going on, so I followed him down to the lobby, and when I reached the doors, Coco was standing outside trapped by a bunch of paparazzi who were taking her picture and shoving small recorders in her face. Jack grabbed her and led her inside the building. I hurried and stepped into the elevator before they saw me. The shit storm had arrived and Jack and Coco were left to deal with it alone without any help from their mother.