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And her efforts to protect him had been in vain.
“Great, this is really great, Radley.Thanks.Thank you very fucking much.”
The line died and she sucked in a breath.Were they done or was that just a fight?
A light knock at the door drew her attention as Roxie poked her head into the room.“You need booze?”
Her feeble smile wasn’t genuine, but it was appreciative.“More of it than you have in the building.”
Because with no prospect of Rourke calling later, or ever again, she needed to lose herself in something.
THIRTY-SIX
NEW YORK WAS great.She loved New York.It could be home forever, couldn’t it?Maybe not.Restricting contact with Rourke meant avoiding him.While they were on opposite sides of the country, that was easy.But could they ever really be done if she lived and hung out with his closest friends?
“Should I quit?”
Mieux looked up from her laptop.Sitting at opposite sides of her desk in Rouge HQ, they’d been working independently for a while.
Until she broke the silence.
“Should you—what?No!”
“I’m mad,” she said.Slamming her laptop closed, she shot to her feet.“He’s an idiot.I mean completely ridiculous, but that’s his right.Right?”Mieux managed a loose nod.She wandered toward the transparent glass wall, then turned to stroll back.“If he wants to be an idiot, then it’s my right to exclude us from each other’s lives.But if I do, I can’t keep working for him.”She stopped, appealing again to the assistant.“Do you know how difficult it is not to pick up that phone and dial him now?We’d come across each other in person, eventually, if I keep working for Huddle.”
“Don’t you have his number?”
“Have what?”
“His phone number.”
“Yeah.So?”
“So it doesn’t matter if you work for Huddle or not, you could call him anytime.”
True.Unless he changed his number.Maybe she should change hers.Get a clean break.Roxie told her something about Zairn blocking her number once, though for a different reason.
Blocking him wouldn’t change anything.If Rourke wanted to find her, he would.He’d just hack her computer or her Huddle account.That killed any chance of going back to her old job, if it was even still there.
But Huddle Hope.
She exhaled.
Damnit.
Did she think him getting back with his ex was a good idea?No.
Their friendship wasn’t about laying down ultimatums and rules.No friendship should come with restrictions like that.
Fuck.She’d have to apologize and that would not be fun.
Her phone rang.
Damn, was he psychic?
Must be he could sense her shame and annoyance.Probably sent out a unique kind of bat signal to his spidey sense.And, yes, she knew those didn’t go together.
“Do you want me to answer it?”Mieux asked.
