Chapter 12
The next morning at work, I’m in my office checking email between clients when the phone rings. Surprised, I stare at it and holler, “Molly?”
“It’s for you!” she yells back from the front desk.
I don’t usually get many direct calls; she handles all my appointments and the scheduling, and fields any inquiries we get about upcoming services. But what if it’s Riley’s school? I snatch up the receiver, anxiety flooding me. “Hello?”
“Jamie, hi,” Derek purrs in my ear.
I should’ve known.
“Hi, yourself,” I say, turning back to my email. “What’s up?”
I wince at how informal I sound. What’s up? To a client, no less. Sure, I’ve known him forever, and yeah, we shared a pizza last night, but I’m at work here. If he’s calling to talk about his mother’s service, I’m going to feel like a
