apprehensive look coated her face as she asked, “Do you mind if I ask you a question?” Her teeth sank into her bottom lip.
Leaning back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest, Brie responded, “Depends on the question.”
“Are you and Sebastian dating?”
Arched brow, she said plainly, “Well, Tiffany, that’s really none of your business.”
Tiffany put her hands up apologetically and stepped back into the conference room. “I know, and I hate asking, but I couldn’t help but tell you that I’m so happy for you if you are. Both you and Sebastian are the cutest couple ever, and I only hope the best for you. I’ve been secretly cheering for the two of you since you started here. I’ve noticed the way he looks at you. I can only hope that one day a man like Sebastian might look at me that way. It’s so romantic.”
Brie smiled thinking about the day Sebastian told her he loved her and that she was his chosen mate. She couldn’t be happier with their arrangement. She only wished he were here with her now.
“Thank you, Tiffany, but please don’t share your thoughts and feelings with the rest of the office. I’d prefer to keep things as professional as possible.”
“Oh yes, of course. I would never talk about this with anyone.”
“I appreciate your discretion.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to grab you something while I’m out? It’s no big deal—I’m used to grabbing lunch for Sebastian every day.”
“No, I’m fine, but thanks again.”
“Sure, no problem.” Tiffany smiled at her one last time and closed the door behind her.
Brie swiveled around in her chair to glance out the office window. The vast Dallas skyline filled her view. The bustling city below moved with fluid motions—everyone had something to do, and the cars all had a destination, and the people all had a purpose.
The hopelessness bumping around inside her heart had her wondering exactly what her purpose was. Being alone with her thoughts was never a good idea. These moments fueled pain and misery, but mostly they fueled loneliness, like she was experiencing the bonding connection between her and Sebastian splintering into a million pieces. As if the heart in her chest was only able to work at half capacity.
“Ms. Ferguson?” called a raspy feminine voice from the speaker on the conference room phone.
Eyes pinched at the bridge of her nose, she acknowledged the interruption, “Yes.”
“Ms. Tabitha Burns is on line two for you.”
Swallowing back the rise of worry that came from being cornered, Brie actually wondered what took Tabitha so long to track her down. Tabitha was a bulldog if she’d ever seen one. Mousy and timid, well, that didn’t describe Tabitha at all. Ballsy and brassy, that was a better description.
No doubt she’s going to give me a piece of her mind for falling off the map for a few weeks.
“Thank you, Lexy.”
Brie pushed line two and spoke into the phone handset, “Hello, best friend. How are you?”
“Brie? Oh my god, I’m so glad I caught you. Where the hell have you been? I’ve called your apartment like eight hundred times over the last few weeks, and you’re never there. Is everything all right?” Tabitha’s breathy words erupted from her with such speed Brie’s head whirled.
“Tabitha, I’m so sorry. I haven’t had a chance to call you. Things have been kind of crazy around here.”
“You think? You have a lunatic serial killer who wants you dead. You have no idea how freaked out I was when you didn’t answer.”
“I’m sorry, Tab. I spent a few weeks at a safe house, but you know me, I just couldn’t stay put, so now I have a full-time security detail that follows me around like a bad rash. I think they even have cameras in the bathroom now.” Trying to find humor in the situation, Brie spun back around to stare out the window. “I can’t complain though. At least they keep me safe.”
A deep sigh blew through the phone. “Right, and I’m