thrilled if you do that. He really identifies with those kids.”
“We talked some about that. He didn’t say a whole lot, but it sounds like he had a rough time of it when he was younger.”
Rory barked out a bitter laugh. “Oh, that’s an understatement. Next time we’re in the office together, Em, I want to talk to you about Mick.”
Em frowned. This didn’t sound good.
“I can hear you frowning over the phone, Em. It’s not anything bad and I suppose it’s not really my place, but I still want to talk to you.”
“Hm, okay, Rory. But I’ll just say two things to you. One, I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself. And two, if you’re not sure that it’s your place to say something, it probably isn’t and you probably shouldn’t. I’m just sayin’.”
“Ha, you’re probably right again, Em. Okay, I’ll see you on Monday.”
“See you, Rory.” Em signed off and trudged through the airport.
Another project finished, another five thousand travel miles. At least I’ll be able to take a decent vacation..sometime.
Em was very much looking forward to seeing Mick again. They had gotten together whenever they were both in town at the same time, which, as far as Em was concerned, was definitely not enough.
She smiled to herself, thinking about the difference between her relationship with Mick and that with Tripp. Mick seemed to actually enjoy her company, whereas Tripp, if she was being honest with herself, always seemed to regard spending time with her as a chore, something that he had to do to qualify for sex. She rolled her eyes at the memory.
Em was so deep in thought as she stood on the moving sidewalk that she didn’t hear her name being called.
“Em? Em! Em Davidson!”
She stepped off of the moving sidewalk and turned around, getting out of the way of the disembarking traffic. Speak of the devil .
She took a deep breath. “Hello, Tripp.”
“Hello, Em. You look really good. I mean, really good.” Tripp looked at her approvingly. “Have you lost some weight?”
Good grief, Tripp, you’re such a clod. You don’t ask if someone’s lost weight .
She considered calling him on his rudeness, but instead said “Thank you, Tripp. You’re looking well.”
They walked toward the baggage claim in awkward silence. Em prayed that their claim turnstiles would be far apart and she could just walk away, but their bags were coming in on the same carousel. Of course.
As she stood next to the carousel, she used the search for her bag as a cover to closely examine Tripp. While not necessarily a short man, Tripp was a good six inches shorter than Mick, and soft. During The Kiss, Em had confirmed that Mick was hard and muscular.
She really couldn’t believe she had found Tripp attractive at one time. True, he was never really her type, but his slick metrosexual persona was a needed change from her usual rough-around-the-edges type, men like her neighbor. She had only found him attractive because she didn’t really know him. He was whiny, entitled, and selfish, both in and out of bed. Not attractive traits at all.
“There’s your bag, Em,” Tripp said, interrupting her comparison. Of course, he didn’t actually retrieve the bag. Figures . And really, that completely epitomized her relationship with Tripp.
Em hauled the bag from the carousel and was walking away when she saw Bailey approach Tripp in the baggage claim area. When Em noticed the loose smock Bailey wore, her stomach knotted. Bailey’s bright smile faltered when she saw Em, but she recovered quickly, greeting Em with an embarrassed wave.
“Oh Bailey, you look great. Congratulations, you two,” Em said, truthfully. Em thought that Bailey did look good, really good, dammit. The fact that Em couldn’t have children had been a sore spot in her and Tripp’s relationship, and the fact that Bailey was pregnant actually made Em feel better. Biological children were the one thing that she could absolutely not give Tripp.
Em
“We talked some about that. He didn’t say a whole lot, but it sounds like he had a rough time of it when he was younger.”
Rory barked out a bitter laugh. “Oh, that’s an understatement. Next time we’re in the office together, Em, I want to talk to you about Mick.”
Em frowned. This didn’t sound good.
“I can hear you frowning over the phone, Em. It’s not anything bad and I suppose it’s not really my place, but I still want to talk to you.”
“Hm, okay, Rory. But I’ll just say two things to you. One, I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself. And two, if you’re not sure that it’s your place to say something, it probably isn’t and you probably shouldn’t. I’m just sayin’.”
“Ha, you’re probably right again, Em. Okay, I’ll see you on Monday.”
“See you, Rory.” Em signed off and trudged through the airport.
Another project finished, another five thousand travel miles. At least I’ll be able to take a decent vacation..sometime.
Em was very much looking forward to seeing Mick again. They had gotten together whenever they were both in town at the same time, which, as far as Em was concerned, was definitely not enough.
She smiled to herself, thinking about the difference between her relationship with Mick and that with Tripp. Mick seemed to actually enjoy her company, whereas Tripp, if she was being honest with herself, always seemed to regard spending time with her as a chore, something that he had to do to qualify for sex. She rolled her eyes at the memory.
Em was so deep in thought as she stood on the moving sidewalk that she didn’t hear her name being called.
“Em? Em! Em Davidson!”
She stepped off of the moving sidewalk and turned around, getting out of the way of the disembarking traffic. Speak of the devil .
She took a deep breath. “Hello, Tripp.”
“Hello, Em. You look really good. I mean, really good.” Tripp looked at her approvingly. “Have you lost some weight?”
Good grief, Tripp, you’re such a clod. You don’t ask if someone’s lost weight .
She considered calling him on his rudeness, but instead said “Thank you, Tripp. You’re looking well.”
They walked toward the baggage claim in awkward silence. Em prayed that their claim turnstiles would be far apart and she could just walk away, but their bags were coming in on the same carousel. Of course.
As she stood next to the carousel, she used the search for her bag as a cover to closely examine Tripp. While not necessarily a short man, Tripp was a good six inches shorter than Mick, and soft. During The Kiss, Em had confirmed that Mick was hard and muscular.
She really couldn’t believe she had found Tripp attractive at one time. True, he was never really her type, but his slick metrosexual persona was a needed change from her usual rough-around-the-edges type, men like her neighbor. She had only found him attractive because she didn’t really know him. He was whiny, entitled, and selfish, both in and out of bed. Not attractive traits at all.
“There’s your bag, Em,” Tripp said, interrupting her comparison. Of course, he didn’t actually retrieve the bag. Figures . And really, that completely epitomized her relationship with Tripp.
Em hauled the bag from the carousel and was walking away when she saw Bailey approach Tripp in the baggage claim area. When Em noticed the loose smock Bailey wore, her stomach knotted. Bailey’s bright smile faltered when she saw Em, but she recovered quickly, greeting Em with an embarrassed wave.
“Oh Bailey, you look great. Congratulations, you two,” Em said, truthfully. Em thought that Bailey did look good, really good, dammit. The fact that Em couldn’t have children had been a sore spot in her and Tripp’s relationship, and the fact that Bailey was pregnant actually made Em feel better. Biological children were the one thing that she could absolutely not give Tripp.
Em
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