Page 89 of Too Good to Be True

“You brought the flowers home,” he stated.

“Um-hmm. I’ll be able to enjoy them more here.”

“Is there another reason?”

She finished chewing her bite of pizza. “Yes.”

“Tell me.”

She relayed the day’s events and the odd behavior of their coworkers, namely Britney and her posse.

He listened without interrupting, but the more she talked, the deeper the furrow between his brows became.

They continued eating and drinking throughout, but she wasn’t able to enjoy the meal as much as she normally would have.

“Britney acted strange around me too.”

Her eyes went wide. “How so?”

“I ran into her when she was passing through IT. She congratulated me on my promotion, but then…”

Her fingers tightened around the stem of her glass. “Then what?”

“Then she started asking a lot of questions about my weekend. At first, I thought she was just being friendly, but there was an edge to her.”

“Maybe she was upset because you left the bar early on Friday.”

He shrugged. “Who knows, but like Sherry said, maybe she just likes to stir up trouble.”

Stacy’s instinct warned her there was more to it than that, but how could she be sure?

Nick reached out and placed his hand over hers. “Sorry you had a bad day.”

The corners of her lips twitched. “It wasn’t all bad.”

“No?”

“This hot guy sent me flowers and brought me a pizza, so I can’t really complain.”

He chuckled, looking more relaxed than he had a few minutes ago. “I didn’t realize the flowers would cause such a ruckus; otherwise, I wouldn’t have sent them.”

“I’m glad you did, though.”

“Whatever Britney thinks she knows, it doesn’t really matter. We don’t report to her.”

She nodded and then took another sip of wine. They helped themselves to another slice of pizza and resumed eating.

After a few minutes, she remembered something else. “Did you get the email I sent about the business writing class?”

“Yes, and I was kind of disappointed.”

“I told Eric we should have asked you first.”

“That’s not why. I thought you would have included a winking emoji or one with heart eyes or something.”

She laughed, feeling lighter than she had all day. “I couldn’t do that. What if someone in IT saw it? They probably have access to every email we send.”

“Hopefully, they don’t spy on the employees, but I get your point.”