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loneliness. The clicking of the keyboard was my weapon against the quiet. I reasoned I could use this time to finish the proposals for Urban Revolution, the client Patrick wanted to persuade to leave the Baroness’ company.
    I knew in my head that there was no way he could have avoided going to Florida, while keeping his job, but my head and my heart were having a battle. Patrick had left last night and although I could logically reason that he was just there on a business trip, my emotions were up to no good. All of my good intentions from the other night to not let things bother me, were just the paving stones on my path to hell.
    Suddenly a tri-tone chime rose up from my cell phone, laying on the desktop,and my heart skipped a beat, as I saw Patrick’s name glowing across a background picture of him I had snapped while we were in Paris. My reaction was triggered by the unpleasant thought that it might be the Baroness playing tricks on me again, but I shook my head and answered, relieved to hear the familiar timbre of Patrick’s deep voice.
    “Hey baby, how are you? I miss you,” he chirped.
    “Miss you too, honey. How is Miami?” Crossing my legs, I relaxed back into my chair.
    “Sticky.” I could hear the exasperation in his voice. “Very humid but at least the air conditioning works well at this new department store, we are opening.”
    “So, what’s the plan for the weekend there?” I asked, curious to find out if the Baroness had scheduled plans that included his evenings, as well as his days. She probably booked her hotel room next to his, or even had an adjoining room. Bitch .
    “Well, Anna is not even here yet. We are sort of waiting for her to get here before we can move forward with any plans. She has her own private jet and of course, she has to be fashionably late. But I would guess we will be working on marketing plans for this new department store here in Miami. It’s huge. You should see it.”
    No thanks. The sharp metal edge of my cell phone dug into the palm of my hand. I really didn’t want to see any of her shit, but I chastised myself to be polite for Patrick’s sake. I didn’t want him to think that I was letting the Baroness get to me, though keeping negative thoughts of her out of my head was like trying to move a mountain, and my response probably came out a little sarcastic. “Yea, I bet it will be a big success and make her even richer than she already is.”
    “Probably, but I don’t care about her, Chloe, I care about you. You are my number one priority,” he said in a sincere voice. I smiled to myself, reassured that I could trust him. I marveled at the synchronicity that was developing in our relationship. He knew I was straining at the thought of him being there with her, he could read me like a book, and I certainly, would never win an Oscar for my acting abilities.
    “We should focus on getting these proposals ready and I’ll schedule a meeting with our clients next week when I’m back.”
    Mentally, I smacked myself and thought, “Attitude adjustment Chloe,” and smiling into the phone, barked out my reply like I was answering a drill sergeant.
    “Yes sir, I’m on it.”
    His laugh was genuine and his voice was full of adornment, “I’m so happy we made up the other night. I don’t want to fight with you. I hate it when we are mad at each other.”
    I looked down at the desk as I talked, doodling little hearts into the pad of note paper, lying half beneath my laptop. “Me too, baby. It made me nervous to think that you were mad at me for not trusting you in this whole situation.”
    “I understand. Anyone would be upset after the way the Baroness manipulated that situation in the Hamptons. Hell, I’m still mad. I almost lost the love of my life. You know, she used me too. She wasn’t even in Florida, but she made you believe otherwise and I had no idea she was doing all that.” His voice lowered to a breathy lull. “You know you can trust me, Chloe. I