Ray of Love (Lifestyle by Design Book 3) by Miranda P. Charles Page B
Authors: Miranda P. Charles
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talk, Faye?"
She shrugged. "Let's order coffee first, then I'll talk. And let me get some tissues out."
"Oh, darling, is it that bad?"
She smiled sadly and called the server.
As they waited for their coffees, Jessa commented casually. "Ray's in a bleak mood today."
"Tell me about it," Clarise agreed. "He asked me last week to finish a few things so we could discuss it this morning before he goes to Brisbane. When I asked him what time he wanted to see me, he just barked 'not today'. He didn't even look up, so I just slinked back into my office."
"I know. Elena and I were chatting in the kitchen when he walked in there this morning. I commented that he looked tired and he said he had a rough night. He also seemed so lost in an unpleasant thought I had to call his name a couple of times before he snapped out of it. He must have had a bad weekend."
Faye's heart pounded hard as she listened to her friends talk about Ray. Her Ray. The love of her life who wouldn't talk to her. He appeared to be having as miserable a time of it as she was.
She tried calling him again this morning and both times it went to voicemail. She didn't have a choice but to leave more pleading messages for him to call her back. How could she make amends if he didn't even want to talk to her?
"By the way, Faye," Jessa said, interrupting her thoughts. "Elena saw you last night. She was in the same restaurant as you."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. She said you were with a guy. Does he have something to do with you being this low?"
"Sort of," she responded. Should she tell her friends about Ray? How would it affect their working relationship with him, especially since things had soured between the two of them?
"Was it John you were with?" Jessa prodded in a soft voice. "Elena said you looked sweet with the guy. You were caressing his face or something."
Faye glanced at Jessa with a horrified look. "When did she say that?"
"This morning, in the kitchen," her friend responded, frowning at her reaction.
"Did anyone else hear?" she whispered.
"Just me and Ray. No one else was around."
Faye covered her face in mortification.
"What's wrong?"
"That was Steve I was with last night."
"What?" three different voices exclaimed.
"Are you back together?"
"What's he doing in Sydney?"
"He's here for three weeks because of work. He wanted us to get back together but I said no. What Elena saw was me breaking it to him gently. I'm not back with him."
Tears started falling down her face. No wonder Ray didn't pick up her calls. She could only guess how hurt and angry he must have felt.
"It's okay, honey," Clarise crooned, rubbing her arm.
"He didn't want me to see Steve. But I told him he didn't have the right to say that because we're not in an exclusive relationship, that we can still see other people."
"Who? John?"
She nodded her head, wiping her eyes and nose with her tissue.
"He said he couldn't be with me because that's not what he wants, so he walked out on me. But I realised I love him and there's no one else I'd rather be with."
"Then you could explain that to him, couldn't you?" Victor suggested.
"He doesn't want to talk to me. And now he must be thinking I'm back with Steve - caressing his face. Oh God!"
"Hang on a second," Jessa interjected, her eyes round like saucers, "Is John … Ray?"
Faye lifted her tear-stained face, took a deep breath and nodded.
Her friends gaped at her in stunned silence.
"Since when have you two been going out?" Victor asked.
"Since I've been talking to you about John."
"So everything you told us about John was really about Ray?"
"Yes."
"Then you must be Jane."
She smiled. "Yes."
"We had no idea," Clarise said, bewildered.
"I know. I'm sorry, guys. I just didn't want you to get caught up in whatever drama we happen to have. You work for him and I don't want the negativities of our relationship to touch you."
She looked at each of them imploringly. "Now that you know, please don't let this affect your
She shrugged. "Let's order coffee first, then I'll talk. And let me get some tissues out."
"Oh, darling, is it that bad?"
She smiled sadly and called the server.
As they waited for their coffees, Jessa commented casually. "Ray's in a bleak mood today."
"Tell me about it," Clarise agreed. "He asked me last week to finish a few things so we could discuss it this morning before he goes to Brisbane. When I asked him what time he wanted to see me, he just barked 'not today'. He didn't even look up, so I just slinked back into my office."
"I know. Elena and I were chatting in the kitchen when he walked in there this morning. I commented that he looked tired and he said he had a rough night. He also seemed so lost in an unpleasant thought I had to call his name a couple of times before he snapped out of it. He must have had a bad weekend."
Faye's heart pounded hard as she listened to her friends talk about Ray. Her Ray. The love of her life who wouldn't talk to her. He appeared to be having as miserable a time of it as she was.
She tried calling him again this morning and both times it went to voicemail. She didn't have a choice but to leave more pleading messages for him to call her back. How could she make amends if he didn't even want to talk to her?
"By the way, Faye," Jessa said, interrupting her thoughts. "Elena saw you last night. She was in the same restaurant as you."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. She said you were with a guy. Does he have something to do with you being this low?"
"Sort of," she responded. Should she tell her friends about Ray? How would it affect their working relationship with him, especially since things had soured between the two of them?
"Was it John you were with?" Jessa prodded in a soft voice. "Elena said you looked sweet with the guy. You were caressing his face or something."
Faye glanced at Jessa with a horrified look. "When did she say that?"
"This morning, in the kitchen," her friend responded, frowning at her reaction.
"Did anyone else hear?" she whispered.
"Just me and Ray. No one else was around."
Faye covered her face in mortification.
"What's wrong?"
"That was Steve I was with last night."
"What?" three different voices exclaimed.
"Are you back together?"
"What's he doing in Sydney?"
"He's here for three weeks because of work. He wanted us to get back together but I said no. What Elena saw was me breaking it to him gently. I'm not back with him."
Tears started falling down her face. No wonder Ray didn't pick up her calls. She could only guess how hurt and angry he must have felt.
"It's okay, honey," Clarise crooned, rubbing her arm.
"He didn't want me to see Steve. But I told him he didn't have the right to say that because we're not in an exclusive relationship, that we can still see other people."
"Who? John?"
She nodded her head, wiping her eyes and nose with her tissue.
"He said he couldn't be with me because that's not what he wants, so he walked out on me. But I realised I love him and there's no one else I'd rather be with."
"Then you could explain that to him, couldn't you?" Victor suggested.
"He doesn't want to talk to me. And now he must be thinking I'm back with Steve - caressing his face. Oh God!"
"Hang on a second," Jessa interjected, her eyes round like saucers, "Is John … Ray?"
Faye lifted her tear-stained face, took a deep breath and nodded.
Her friends gaped at her in stunned silence.
"Since when have you two been going out?" Victor asked.
"Since I've been talking to you about John."
"So everything you told us about John was really about Ray?"
"Yes."
"Then you must be Jane."
She smiled. "Yes."
"We had no idea," Clarise said, bewildered.
"I know. I'm sorry, guys. I just didn't want you to get caught up in whatever drama we happen to have. You work for him and I don't want the negativities of our relationship to touch you."
She looked at each of them imploringly. "Now that you know, please don't let this affect your
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