She smiled. “There usually are. I've never had a fight with Alex that's over just one thing.”
“I had plenty of fights over just one thing, but they were before.” Christine lifted her narrow shoulders in a shrug and let them fall again. “I think I may not have had the brain power to hold more than one idea in my head at a time, I was so busy thinking all the time about how I looked and how I should act and whatever else was going through my mind on a constant basis,” she laughed a little self-deprecatingly.
“You're not that person anymore,” Jamie said.
Christine smiled, and for the first time since Jamie had started to worry it truly reached her eyes. “No,” she said. “I'm not. And I'm glad.”
“Plus, dating your boss can sometimes get messy.”
Christine giggled. “Yeah, like you and Alex?”
Jamie grinned back. “Bad example. Sorry.”
The server appeared then, with Jamie's sandwich and Christine's salad.
“You know,” Jamie said as he walked away and Christine took her first bite. “We could try inviting Erica to come to lunch with us. She’s going to be part of the family. Maybe that would make things feel a little less awkward.”
Christine paused with her fork halfway to her mouth. “Actually, I think that would be a really good idea. Maybe she wouldn't feel defensive if she actually knew me, and if I knew her better I wouldn't feel so much like I was... moving in on her territory, so to speak.”
“So we'll ask her next time.”
Christine nodded, and finished the mouthful she'd stopped in the middle of. Jamie took a bite of her own sandwich, glad to see that the worry seemed to have left her sister's expression. She didn't want to have to watch Christine slide back into the spiral she'd been in before. Hopefully they'd taken the right steps to make sure that didn't happen again.
“I'm sure everything will work out,” she said when her mouth wasn't full.
“I'm sure it will,” Christine agreed. She paused a moment before touching her sister’s hand briefly. “Thank you, Jamie.”
Jamie smiled. “What are sisters for?”
Chapter 7
Two Weeks Later
Alex straightened up from the paperwork he'd been bent over and sighed. The rest of the staff would be coming in soon, not so dedicated to making it to work at six in the morning. Most of the time lately he hadn't been in so early either, but there were still a few things to work through from the mess with Zander, and Paul would be showing up for his first day, so Alex wanted to make sure everything was in order for him. Scaring him off before he'd started wasn't exactly the best way to make sure that his company had a capable senior advisor.
Jamie was on her way in, too. He glanced at his watch. Nearly eight. She'd be arriving any minute. It wasn't her usual day to work, but she'd wanted to be around when Paul got in, and he hadn't exactly had a good reason to tell her she couldn't be, no matter how much her obvious enthusiasm about seeing Paul again stirred up a few lingering traces of jealousy. She’s married to me , he reminded himself. She had carried his children. They were happy together, and his irrational jealousy was going to pose far more of a problem than Paul ever could if he didn't get it together.
The sound of voices out in the reception area convinced him to leave his chair, and he stretched as he stood, working some of the kinks out of his back. It seemed like those hadn't been quite as much of a problem a few years ago, but maybe he was just imagining things. It wasn't like he was exactly old. Alex chuckled at the thought. There was a long way to go before he hit that stage of life. Most likely it was just carrying the kids around all the time; they were starting to get pretty heavy. He couldn't imagine how Jamie managed it. Maybe he should buy her a massage appointment as a gift. There wasn't a particular occasion coming up, but a man had a right to spoil his wife.
Yes, he decided, he was going to