Chapter Sixty-One. Holden
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Holden
“Is there a reason you’re here?”
I look up to see Audrey standing in the doorway. “Hey,” I say. “What time is it?”
“You slept here.”
“There’s a couch.” I point to the one behind her.
“Like I said, why are you here?”
I twist my lips and look at the tabs on my computer screen. Each one a different version of the same letter to Rowan. One a threat for her to get her ass back to work. Another a gentler version telling her we need to keep moving forward. Another a mix of the two.
That and it’s easier than going home. Alone.
Besides, Rowan has to slip in here sometime to work, so if I don’t leave then she’ll be forced to see me.
You’re talking out of both sides of your mouth, Holden. One side sleeps in the office on the off chance you’ll see her, and the other says this is for the best.
There is no happy medium.
Quit trying to make one.
“Just lining everything up. I have everything coming to fruition soon and I need to make sure I didn’t miss anything.”
“Oh.” She twists her lips. “And here I thought you were trying to avoid hearing the bells.”
“The bells?”
She nods subtly. “Yes. The ones Westmore rings every time someone gets married.”
That’s what those mean?
“Audrey.” I scrub a hand over my face. “I’m tired. I’ve worked all night. I’m not exactly following you.”
“I take it you weren’t invited to the wedding of the century then?”
I glance at my calendar. October 13. Dread is a steady trickle down my spine. “Audrey?” Her name is a mixture of every emotion possible. “Whose?” I ask but already know the answer.
“Rowan and Chad’s.”