looked around and then put my hands to my face. I had left them and my purse in the car. Talk about sidetracked!
He wanted me to leave, then fine, I would leave. I lifted my chin and went down the stairs. At the bottom, I stared at him from across the room. My body still screamed for him, my heart wanted to wrap itself around him, but it was so damn obvious that he didn’t want that. His features were hard, stormy almost, and they were like a knife to the heart.
I had been so wrong about this man. How could I have thought that we would be good together? How could I possibly have thought that dancing with a stranger would have found me someone to love. The blade in my heart twisted. As I continued to stare at him, there were so many emotions in his eyes, but his face was blank. I didn’t understand any of this. I realized that I was about to walk away from a man that I could have loved with my entire soul, and my heart ached. For that man, I might have done anything.
A tear crept out and slipped slowly down my cheek. Did he see it, did he care? I turned away and wiped it as I went to the door. I opened the door, but I didn’t bother to close it. I was too broken at the moment to care. It was drizzling outside as I rushed to my car and jumped inside.
I turned the key with shaking hands, my eyes as blurry as the windshield before I turned on the wipers, and then I pulled out of his driveway and drove away. I didn’t stop driving until I arrived at my house, and then I grabbed my purse, went in through the garage door, and promptly slipped to the floor and sobbed.
After a few moments of self-pity, I picked myself up and went to take a shower. I forced myself not to think about Harvey—almost succeeded until I climbed under the sheets.
Then the entire night began to play over and over again, and it was just as I was falling asleep that I realized what had happened. He had mentioned Blake and me earlier in the night, and I hadn’t corrected him. Had he pushed me away because his conscience had gotten the better of him? Had he thought that I was still with Blake?
No wonder there was malice and disgust in his eyes as I left his place. He thought I was cheating on Blake. Holy crap. I needed to figure out a way to fix this. It was only after I thought I had it figured out that I finally drifted off to sleep.
The next day, I was up earlier than I wanted and headed straight into the restaurant. Today I needed to oversee the inventory and approve the menu for the next week. Once a month, we made significant purchases of all the dry ingredients that we would need for the coming weeks. Then every week, we brought in perishables, and meat arrived almost daily, along with more in-season vegetables.
When I stepped into the kitchen, I paused and glanced at the camera on the ceiling pointed at me. It was odd knowing that everything we did would be recorded now, but that was for the safety of our patrons. I winced as I walked under it and to my office.
Before I got busy with paperwork, I went into the kitchen and started preparing a brunch meal for my employees. They would be here soon, and those who volunteered to come in early today always received a free meal before we got to work.
I had pulled out my favorite knife and was starting to dice vegetables when I glanced up and noted the screw. An idea came to me of how I might be able to reach Harvey. I had no clue if there was any audio, but maybe there was. I also had no idea who would watch this, or if it was even on yet, but it was the least I could do. I would need to be careful in what I would say, though. I didn’t think he’d want his friends to know what happened between us.
Would he see it? I had no clue, but maybe if he wasn’t watching and someone else was, they would tell him. If there were no audio, then people would think I liked to randomly talk to