8

Bentley

Aiden didn’t say a word as we crossed the street. I knew he was behind me, but I didn’t acknowledge him. He was silent in the elevator, and aside from a nod to Greg, remained that way as I went through the documents, making sure the wording was what I wanted. I signed and handed them back to Greg.

“I want to meet next week about my bid.”

“I assumed as much. Wednesday?”

I glanced through my schedule, and before I replied, added Emmy to Friday. Simply seeing the words on my phone made me happy.

“Something funny?”

I glanced up. “No. I needed to add something before I forget.” As if I could possibly forget. “Wednesday is good.”

He tapped away at his computer. “Okay. See you next week. I’ll come to the office?”

“No, I’ll come here.”

He regarded me curiously. “That’s twice you’ve come to me. What’s going on with you? We usually meet in your office.”

I shrugged. “Trying to be accommodating.”

He threw back his head, laughing loud. “Good one. Now, really. What’s going on?”

Ignoring him