up.
“DeGaris?”
“Ah-ha.”
The elevator doors
opened.
He let me pass. “I
remember how heartbroken he was when you two split.”
“The feeling was mutual.”
He was quiet for a
moment, his eyes searching my face. “Sorry. But he’s never stopped loving you.”
The doors opened again.
My head swivelled in his
direction. “You’ve spoken to Troy? I wasn’t aware you two were still friends.”
I fished my key out and swiped it through the reader.
He nodded once, solemn.
“You knew he had a
child?”
His eyes slid to me. “You
didn’t?”
I shook my head.
“Wow. Sorry.”
I breathed deep. Did I
actually buy that bottle of whiskey?
“So,” said Jay, “What
furniture can my brother have?”
“Take your pick.” I
gestured to the room. “The remainders will be donated.”
“I really appreciate
this.”
“No problem.”
“Guess it’s tough giving
your belongings away?”
I shrugged a shoulder. “I
try to think of what I’ll be gaining in return.”
He draped an arm over my
shoulders. “You’re the lucky ones.”
A half-hour later, we had
the Ute loaded with my couch, bed, tables and chairs.
I dropped the keys into
Jay’s palm. “Drive safe.” I pointed a finger at him. “You crash my dad’s truck,
I’ll kill you.”
He smirked. “Noted.”
“Be back by five.” My
phone chirped as I watched him leave. “Hello?”
“Hey,” said Troy.
“So I was the only person
that didn’t know about Ruby, huh? Didn’t think I would understand?” I heard him
exhale.
“Mon, it’s not what you
think. I was ashamed - a single father. Like I said, I wanted her to be ours.
And I couldn’t bring myself to tell you.”
I gnawed on my lip.
“I know you would’ve
understood,” he said, “Now, who’ve you been talking to?”
“Your super best friend
Jay.”
“Oh.”
I kicked a stray pebble.
“I guess the past couple years have been hard on both of us.”
“Yeah.”
“Sorry I snapped at you.
Can we start this phone call over?”
“Sure. Ring ring.”
“Troy, guess what? I ran
into Jay,” I said, “He’s taking my furniture for Shaun. I heard he moved out.”
He chuckled. “That’s
great. I was wondering what colour you’d like your new office.”
“You don’t have to do
this, you know? I could work at the kitchen counter.”
“Too bad. I’ve already
started.”
I could hear the smirk in
his voice.
“And Ruby picked out a
wallpaper border - cupcakes.”
My lips tugged into a
grin. I expected nothing less from her. “You two have been busy.”
“It’s the only
distraction from your absence.”
“Aw. I miss you guys
too.”
“Just a few more sleeps,”
he said, “What’re you doing tonight?”
“I have a date.”
“ Excuse me?”
“With a bowl of popcorn,
glass of wine, some truffles and a Sex and the City marathon.”
“Phew.”
“I’ll talk to you later?”
I said.
“Yep.”
I disconnected.
*
* *
“They’re all good, but
not amazing,” said Diane.
“Why?” I said.
“None of them are you.”
We had been interviewing
replacements all day.
“Diane, you have to make
a decision. This is my last day.”
She blew a sigh. “You choose.”
“Me?”
“I trust your instincts.”
Picking my own replacement?
Sure, that will be easy …
I selected an
application. “How about this one - Skye Ellis?”
She peered over my
shoulder. “Never worked in the publishing industry.”
“Yeah, but she’s eager to
learn.”
Diane arched an eyebrow.
“Right, no time for
that.” I picked up another. “Cleo Jenkins? Three years at our rival Eclipse .”
I plopped onto my swivel chair. “Before that, she worked in PR.”
Diane snatched the paper.
“Hm.” Her eyes glided over the page. “Get her in here.”
I lunged at the phone,
scattering pens in the process.
“And order us some lunch
while you’re at it.”
“Sure thing.” I located
Cleo’s business card and punched in her number.
An hour later, she