difficult to learn to control your shift. Although so far, Ginny is the only human female they know of that struggled. When they’re done, the girls leave me to get some work finished, but it’s not happening. I’m in information overload as I process what I’ve heard and try to determine if being a werebear is a life I want to have.
When I’m tired of that train of thought, I move on to worrying about Link taking Second Sound away from me as a client. I twirl my empty coffee mug in my hands and set it down with a thump. That would mean they travel without me for their first concerts. I try to imagine Link being the one that makes sure everything goes smoothly for their first tour, and I can’t see it. He barely knows them, and while he’d do just fine with the tasks, the level of trust and comfort isn’t there. There’s also the small problem of Aleck wanting to rip his head off. It’s a bad move in many ways, but since Link sometimes makes rash decisions when he’s under stress and usually corrects them when he’s calmed down, I have hope.
My other concern is the way Link pushed himself on me this morning. While I know I could have made him stop with a drastic move, I shouldn’t have to. I wonder what happened to the Link I used to know. If I keep my job here, we’re going to have to set some distinct boundaries now that I’m not his girlfriend any longer.
The keys on my computer click as I peruse the gossip blogs to see what the press made of this morning’s incident. I find a picture of Link and me kissing, and as I read on I realize we dodged the bullet. Now they’re saying we should pay more attention to our clients than our love life, because our new band seems to be having some issues that we were too busy kissing to notice. I sigh, because they can find drama in anything, but we managed to throw them off the scent of the real disaster.
I click off the site to get up and move, and the thick carpet is soft on my bare feet as I pace. Now that I know Aleck and I are true mates, I can’t imagine how we’d fare apart while the band tours. My phone rings, and I see it’s Link when I grab it.
“Noel. I owe you a huge apology. What I did this morning was unacceptable, and I’m ashamed of myself. I have all sorts of reasons why I pushed that kiss too far, with the biggest one being I’m still in love with you, but none of them make what I did right. Please forgive me.”
Thank god. Maybe the good guy is still in there. “Thank you. I’m glad you realized what you did.”
“I’ve also given some thought to the things I said. I’m not taking Second Sound away from you. You deserve to keep them and will do a much better job than I can.”
“Good. I won’t let you down.”
“You never have, Noel.” He sighs and says, “I’m the one that lets you down.”
I sigh too because I’m no angel. “Yes, I have. I got involved with Aleck even though you told me to stay away, and I have no intention of breaking it off.”
“I’m hardly one to lecture you about getting involved with a client. Most of what I said to you was about my jealousy. But I care about you and want you to be happy, and if Aleck is the one that can do that, then you have my blessing.”
The edge of my desk digs into my butt as I lean against it. “Wow. Did you sit next to a shrink on the plane?”
He chuckles. “No. But I did talk to mine. It had been a while, and it seems I have some work to do. But enough about that, what’ve you got for me?”
We move on to business, and when I hang up I slip on my Jimmy Choos to go tell the band I’m still their agent. Once I do, I need to get home, because we leave tomorrow for New York, and I’ve got some packing to do. Pain shoots through my arches as I walk, and I wonder why my feet hurt so much today.
----
W hen the rest of the band went back to the hotel, Aleck came to my house with me. He travels light and assures me he can pack later tonight. I don’t mind, because
When I’m tired of that train of thought, I move on to worrying about Link taking Second Sound away from me as a client. I twirl my empty coffee mug in my hands and set it down with a thump. That would mean they travel without me for their first concerts. I try to imagine Link being the one that makes sure everything goes smoothly for their first tour, and I can’t see it. He barely knows them, and while he’d do just fine with the tasks, the level of trust and comfort isn’t there. There’s also the small problem of Aleck wanting to rip his head off. It’s a bad move in many ways, but since Link sometimes makes rash decisions when he’s under stress and usually corrects them when he’s calmed down, I have hope.
My other concern is the way Link pushed himself on me this morning. While I know I could have made him stop with a drastic move, I shouldn’t have to. I wonder what happened to the Link I used to know. If I keep my job here, we’re going to have to set some distinct boundaries now that I’m not his girlfriend any longer.
The keys on my computer click as I peruse the gossip blogs to see what the press made of this morning’s incident. I find a picture of Link and me kissing, and as I read on I realize we dodged the bullet. Now they’re saying we should pay more attention to our clients than our love life, because our new band seems to be having some issues that we were too busy kissing to notice. I sigh, because they can find drama in anything, but we managed to throw them off the scent of the real disaster.
I click off the site to get up and move, and the thick carpet is soft on my bare feet as I pace. Now that I know Aleck and I are true mates, I can’t imagine how we’d fare apart while the band tours. My phone rings, and I see it’s Link when I grab it.
“Noel. I owe you a huge apology. What I did this morning was unacceptable, and I’m ashamed of myself. I have all sorts of reasons why I pushed that kiss too far, with the biggest one being I’m still in love with you, but none of them make what I did right. Please forgive me.”
Thank god. Maybe the good guy is still in there. “Thank you. I’m glad you realized what you did.”
“I’ve also given some thought to the things I said. I’m not taking Second Sound away from you. You deserve to keep them and will do a much better job than I can.”
“Good. I won’t let you down.”
“You never have, Noel.” He sighs and says, “I’m the one that lets you down.”
I sigh too because I’m no angel. “Yes, I have. I got involved with Aleck even though you told me to stay away, and I have no intention of breaking it off.”
“I’m hardly one to lecture you about getting involved with a client. Most of what I said to you was about my jealousy. But I care about you and want you to be happy, and if Aleck is the one that can do that, then you have my blessing.”
The edge of my desk digs into my butt as I lean against it. “Wow. Did you sit next to a shrink on the plane?”
He chuckles. “No. But I did talk to mine. It had been a while, and it seems I have some work to do. But enough about that, what’ve you got for me?”
We move on to business, and when I hang up I slip on my Jimmy Choos to go tell the band I’m still their agent. Once I do, I need to get home, because we leave tomorrow for New York, and I’ve got some packing to do. Pain shoots through my arches as I walk, and I wonder why my feet hurt so much today.
----
W hen the rest of the band went back to the hotel, Aleck came to my house with me. He travels light and assures me he can pack later tonight. I don’t mind, because
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