redeeming cupid 01 - struck by eros by jenn windrow Read Free Book Online Page B

smile. I folded myself into his waiting arms, right where I belonged, and snuggled close. I glanced back to where Grayson sat, but he had left. Instead of feeling relief, a cloud of unhappiness fell over my heart. Unhappiness that had a name.
    Cupid.
    If my winged boss wanted to go a few rounds, I was prepared to deliver a TKO shot to Cupid’s chubby cheeks to fight for the man I loved.
     

Five
    Finders Keepers. Looser Weepers.
     
    I sat, swirling the plastic water bottle in my hand, and waited for today’s bobbing blue arrows to make an appearance. The bank’s revolving door spun like a dust devil depositing people into the lobby. Men and women who walked across the gleaming black marble floors on their way to the tellers sitting behind their two-inch thick security glass.
    The only problem, they were all arrow-free.
    Grayson sat across the plastic table, earbuds firmly in his ears, music turned up to an I-can’t-hear-Noel volume. He’d been ignoring me all afternoon, which normally would be a cause for ticker-tape parade. Today, it irritated the shit out of me. I could handle his crappy comebacks and sexual innuendos and shitty attitude, but his total silence. Well, that was just plain rude.
    I slid the water bottle into Grayson’s line of sight and swirled harder, trying to get my co-worker’s attention, but he turned up the music and continued to bob his head.
    Damn him. I let the bottle fall to the table.
    After yesterday’s near disaster of almost losing my fiancé to another woman, I was in a sensational mood. Pissing Grayson off would launch it to spectacular. Too bad I would need a cattle prod to get him to pay attention.
    Just when I thought the birds couldn’t chirp any sweeter, the sun couldn’t shine any brighter, and I couldn’t be any happier, the door spun one more time and Len’s soul mate walked through the lobby, blue arrow bobbing high over her could-have-just-walked-out-of-a-salon head. Yesterday’s Lycra, sports bra, and cross trainers replaced with a navy-blue, pin-striped suit, silk camisole, and high heels. She passed by our table, a trail of Coco Channel in her wake, on her way to the elevators behind us. She pushed the button on the wall and waited for her ride, head buried in an open folder in her hands.
    What felt like the tip of Cupid’s arrow dug deep into my gut and twisted and turned and churned up bits of doubt and insecurity, and the need to fight for safety and security.
    Grayson pulled his ear buds out of his ear. “Looks like someone doesn’t approve of your relationship.” The first words he’d spoken all day.
    “Maybe she’s been reassigned.”
    He gave me a half-lipped I-am-not-buying-it smirk that included one raised eyebrow and a head tilt. “Not likely.” He shoved his ear buds back in his ear and continued to ignore me.
    “Hey, a girl could hope.” I knew he couldn’t hear me, but I didn’t say it for his benefit.
    I tapped him on the shoulder. He didn’t respond. I tapped him harder. Nothing. I reached over and plucked his head phones out of his ears. He looked in my direction and gave me an exaggerated sigh.
    “Aren’t you going to help?”
    He snatched the cord out of my hand. “What’s the point? You’ll find a way to screw it up…again.”
    The elevator dinged, our conversation stopped while we watched our mark get on. The doors closed, and she disappeared from our sight. At that moment I wished the elevator cable would snap, plunging Len’s unwanted soul mate to the basement never to be heard from again, but quickly slammed the brakes on that kind of thinking. No one deserved to die. The bright-red numbers above the doors blinked on and off until it finally stopped at the tenth floor and held.
    I turned back to Grayson. “We don’t even know if Len is still her soul mate.”
    He started tapping a beat on his leg, fast and furious. “You think because you laid claim to Len that Cupid is going to float him over to you on a silver-lined