Page 55 of Too Good to Be True

“You’re welcome.”

Then she remembered something. “You’re moving into the apartment this weekend, right?”

He looked pleased that she remembered. “Yes. I’m all packed and ready to go.”

“That’s great.”

“What are you up to this weekend?”

Just then, as if on cue, Eric poked his head in. “Oh. Sorry to interrupt. I’ll come back later.”

“That’s okay. We were just talking about the weekend,” Nick said.

Stacy clenched her hands in her lap, praying Eric wouldn’t bring up their date.

“Did I hear you say something about moving?” Eric said as he stepped into the office.

“Yeah, and I can’t wait,” said Nick.

“I bet. A guy needs his own space.”

They conversed easily, and she started to relax, thinking everything would be fine.

“I would offer to help you move, but I have plans,” Eric said, and he shifted his gaze to her.

Nick followed suit. “I was just asking Stacy about her weekend plans when you came in.”

“I…um…”

“Didn’t you tell me you had a date on Saturday night?” Eric prompted.

She wanted to sink under her desk and wait for the storm to pass, but she was pinned in place by Nick’s gaze. Eric hadn’t named himself as her date, but Nick was a smart man, and he knew.

“Okay, then. Well, I need to get back to work. I’ll catch you two later.” He went out the door before she could say goodbye.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything,” Eric said, looking somewhat concerned.

She tried to brush it off, though she was trembling inside. “It’s fine, but I don’t usually share details of my personal life with my trainees.”

“I won’t say another word about it.”

“Did you stop by to discuss the writing class?”

He shook his head. “I just wanted to confirm our date, but I guess I should have called instead.”

He seemed genuinely contrite, and she softened toward him. He couldn’t have anticipated Nick’s reaction, and although she’d tried to hide it, he must have picked up on her discomfort too.

“That’s okay. I’ll see you tomorrow at six.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

After he left, she went back to working on her presentation, but she soon gave up. The workday was almost over, so she straightened her desk and did meaningless tasks until it was time to go.

She’d just taken her purse out of the cabinet when she heard voices in the hallway. One voice stood out among the rest—Britney’s.

“A bunch of us are going to TGI Fridays. Do you want to come?”

“Sure. Why not?”