on? You didn’t need to come all the way up here for this.”
She shrugged, not sure what to say. Kendal was her professor and boss for the next year. They weren’t friends. Damon held that spot with him, and yet she knew she could talk and he would listen.
Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back and let out a long, shaky sigh. “I’m sorry. I should go. I just haven’t made many friends over the last few years for fear of someone realizing what a fake I was. My two best friends are lost to me right now, both trying to heal, and the one person I want to talk to can’t communicate worth shit. I just needed to get away from everyone.”
“I get it.” Kendal’s voice was soft and kind.
Bethany opened her eyes and turned to smile at him, her tears tucked away for the moment. “He told me that he loved me last night. He told the whole family that we’re together and if they didn’t like it, they could bite his ass.”
“He told his dad to bite his ass?” Kendal lifted his fist to his mouth and let out a short laugh.
She smiled, unable to help herself. “Not exactly, but you get the point.”
“Then why is there hurt sitting all over you? You look like you haven’t slept in a week. Isn’t this what you wanted from him?”
“Yeah. He’s not going to be able to go on the trip and…” She sucked in a deep breath, the water works turning on. She didn’t know Kendal well enough to cry in front of him. Why was she even there?
“He can’t help that, Bethany. He’s fully invested in that firm. It means the world to him, not for his own success, but because his dad’s retirement is in it.”
“No, it’s not that. He called this morning and didn’t even say two words to me. He told Kent that he couldn’t go. I swear, he has no sensitivity about how I might receive him barking at me like I’m his fucking secretary.” She rolled her shoulders and stood. “I need to go. I’m being stupid and showing my age.”
Kendal remained seated, but chuckled again. “It’s okay to be your age. We’re all insecure, no matter how old we are. Go by the office and see him. Stop letting your mind tell you things aren’t good. They are. Go prove it to yourself. He’s probably beyond tense. Offer to grab him a coffee and say, ‘I love you’ in a small way.”
“Yeah. You’re right.” Bethany bent over and picked up her purse, grateful for the handsome man in front of her. He might be close to Damon, but she could see the two of them becoming good friends over the next year as well.
“I’m usually right. I’m a guy.”
She rolled her eyes and pulled her purse onto her shoulder. “Just one more thing.”
“Shoot.”
“You told me that Damon had yet to have a serious relationship because he wouldn’t allow it, but I’ve seen a really pretty blond moving around in the background of our lives for the last few weeks. Am I just making a mountain out of a molehill or is something going on that I should dig into?”
“He’s a one woman man as best I know. He’s not interested in cheating or lies. His past will show you that quickly if you dig a little.” Kendal lifted his hands and stretched. “I’m thinking that’s probably Christa. They dated in high school and college off and on. She’s a rich bitch and an old family friend. They tried to get serious in college, but he just couldn’t seem to truly get into her. I’m glad, to be honest. Bitch was controlling.”
“She’s still around after seven years of you guys being out of college.”
“Six years. Don’t age me please. I’m doing that well enough on my own.”
Bethany forced a smile, this new information not leaving her feeling much better than she had on the way to the school. The blond had been at the restaurant when Kent and Damon had taken her to lunch, and coming out of his office not too long ago with her hair a mess. Was she the one below his desk the day she caught him acting rather nefarious?
Sickness rolled over her