A Lie for a Lie (All In) - Helena Hunting Page 0,57
you are.” She props an elbow on the counter and motions to a bench close to one of the many fish tanks. “Might as well take a seat—you’ve got a few minutes before she’s done. You get bonus points for being early, though.” She pushes her glasses up her nose and turns to the screen in front of her, dismissing me.
“Okay, thanks.”
I manage to stay seated for about five minutes before I get antsy and start to pace. I end up standing in front of the dolphin exhibit while I wait for Lainey. Today the boy dolphin seems to be on his best behavior.
Eventually Lainey and a small group of very scholarly-looking people enter the lobby. Most of them disperse, but one guy stays behind to talk to her. I can tell by the way he keeps jamming his hand into his pocket and then rubbing the back of his neck that he’s interested in her. Which isn’t much of a surprise. Lainey’s gorgeous, even in her drab beige uniform.
As if she can sense my presence, her gaze shifts to me. The guy she’s talking to is in the middle of a sentence when she walks away from him, heading straight for me. I’d like to say getting her attention is a good thing, but based on her expression she’s not all that happy to see me.
“Why are you here?” she snaps.
I jam my hands into my pockets, just like the guy she blew off. “I wanted to see how you’re doing after yesterday.”
She blinks a few times, maybe a little shocked, and wrings her hands. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t seem fine. You seem upset.” The circles that I noticed under her eyes yesterday are even more pronounced, like my appearance in her life has caused her to lose sleep. I don’t like that idea, but I guess I can understand. I haven’t been sleeping all that great either.
“I didn’t expect you to show up here after yesterday.” She tugs at the end of her braid.
“Can I take you for coffee—or hot chocolate?”
“I can’t, I have to . . . I-I have an obligation,” she stammers; the hand-wringing ratchets up a notch.
Eden appears out of nowhere, laden down with jackets and purses. “Actually, I can handle your obligation for you.”
Lainey gives her a meaningful look. “You really don’t need to do that.”
“It’s no big deal. I can totally handle it.” She hands Lainey her purse.
“I’d like to at least change first and check on . . . things.”
“You look beautiful just the way you are, but if you want, I can drive you home. We could even pick up coffee and go to your place if that’s easier for you.”
“No!” she shouts and then lowers her voice. “I mean—I need to clean. And I live just across the street. There’s a coffee shop next door. I can meet you there in twenty minutes.”
“Okay, sure.” I assume she’s being all sketchy because she doesn’t want to run into the guy she’s dating in her building. A coffee shop isn’t ideal, especially since I don’t have a ball cap to hide under, but I’ll take whatever I can get here.
CHAPTER 16
HEY, BABY
Lainey
I am going to kill Eden. Okay, that’s untrue. I can barely manage killing a spider, but I’m going to be very annoyed with her for at least the rest of today. I take several deep breaths as the elevator counts down the floors to the lobby.
I would really like to be less anxious right now. My palms are insanely sweaty. Actually, a lot of parts of me are sweaty. I check my reflection in the surrounding mirrors, making sure the concealer I dabbed under my eyes is blended in properly. This morning I got into the elevator and realized it was still smeared in a line—like those black lines football players have, except it was flesh colored.
The elevator doors slide open, and I step into the lobby, murmuring hello to people getting on. And, of course, one of them happens to be Walter. Instead of getting on the elevator, he lets everyone else pile in and pulls me into a hug.
Through the window across the lobby I can see RJ, hands jammed into his pockets, watching the exchange with narrowed eyes. I release Walter first and take a step back, which makes him take a step forward. He’s weird about personal space.
“You look nice—are you going somewhere?” Walter fingers the end of my braid, which also puts his hand close to