“If I didn’t know better…”
“Don’t say it, don’t even think it.” I knew what he was thinking, but it wasn’t that, it couldn’t be. She was little more than a kid for fuck sake.
Something about her just brought back memories is all. I felt some sort of compassion for her, nothing more. Even as I told myself that I wondered if I was just lying to myself.
I thought it best to change the subject before he got more of a scent. I didn’t know what was going on myself and wasn’t ready to discuss it, not even with my closest friend.
“How’s it going out there?”
“It’s all good. Sorry about earlier. I didn’t catch Arlene before she made it to the door.”
“No problem, I handled it.”
I almost told him to keep an eye on her and Annabelle but thought better of it. No sense in giving him more to think about. If anyone worries about the state of my love life more than my mother it’s him.
He’s wary of the wrong female getting her hooks into me and is always vetting my women whether I want him to or not. I guess it’s okay since I know it comes from a place of love, but they can both be a bit tiring at times with that shit.
“So, what job did you offer her?”
“Cocktail waitress. She starts training tomorrow.” “You know there’s already a buzz started right.”
“Why is that?”
“You let her into the inner sanctum.” I shrugged off his words and finished off my lukewarm coffee.
“Are we still set to fly to Miami tomorrow?”
“No, I think I’ll put that off for a few days. Let the pilot know will you?” I ignored his smirking ass and the annoying voice in my head that asked me what the hell I thought I was doing.
I’ve never skirted my duties since I took over the business and my movements were like clockwork. Once I was finished here in New York it was customary for me to head to South Beach to do the same there.
This was the first time in three years that I was messing with the schedule. I wasn’t deceitful enough to pretend to myself that I didn’t know the reason behind the change. I was worried about her.
I looked at the scanty bit of information she’d added to the form before putting it away. I wondered how she was going to do in her training. I knew how vigorous it was, how hard I’d made it for anyone to get hired since I wanted only the best.
I was almost tempted to call the manager who would be in charge of her training to warn him to go easy on her, but caught myself just in time.
The last thing I wanted was for others to start questioning my motives, not when I didn’t know the answers myself. I’d already given away too much with my earlier actions as it is.