Page 44 of Right Man, Right Time
“I suppose not.”
“Will you be bringing your boyfriend?”
“Roberts requested me to, so yes,” I say, hoping Silas isn’t doing anything tonight. They’re still in preseason training—that’s what he told me last night—so unless he has another engagement, he should be free.
“Great,” Candace says with a smile. “Then I’ll see you two there.”
“Yup, see you there,” I say. “Thanks for this,” I add because she seems to be acting nice, so I’ll return the favor.
Moving away from her desk, I bypass the kitchen and head into one of the private conference rooms. I lock the door, then pull out my phone and click on Silas’s name. I have no idea what he’s doing, but at least I can leave a message.
The phone rings a few times, and then he picks up.
“Hey,” he says quietly. “Everything okay?”
“Umm, sort of,” I reply. “Are you busy?”
“I have a second.”
“Okay, well, long story short, my boss invited me to a fundraiser tonight and kind of made it a requirement that I attend . . . with you. And I’m sure you’re busy or whatever, but—”
“I’ll be there. When and where?”
“Seriously?” I ask, my breath escaping me all at once.
“Yes, we agreed to help each other out, so I’ll be there. I can’t promise I’ll be as flexible when the season starts, but I can do this.”
“Wow, okay. Thank you. This means a lot to me.”
“Of course,” he says softly. And for the rough and tough exterior he exudes, he really is a softy at heart.
“I’ll text you the details. It’s black tie, though. Is that going to be a problem?”
“You fail to realize the number of events I’ve gone to just like this. I have everything I need.”
“Okay, awesome.”
“Want me to pick you up?”
“Hmm, we should probably show up together, huh?”
“Might look best.”
“Okay, sure. That would be great.”
“Just send me the details. Gotta go.”
“Okay, thank you, Silas.”
“Any time,” he says before hanging up.
Instead of returning to my cubicle, I sit in the silence of the conference room for a moment, gathering myself. In the matter of a week, my life has drastically changed. Before all of this, I was gearing up to finish up my final assignment, happy I was able to intern with Alan Roberts. Now I feel like I’m living in this tangled web that’s becoming increasingly complicated with no escape.
The only lifeline I have is the man who I felt helped me get tangled in the first place.
No, let’s be honest. I brought this on myself.
I was the one who wanted to show up Yonny.
