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Authors: Leanne Tyler
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“Yes I do,” Gloria replied, turning back around.
Edward remained silent, which made Keely feel worse. She wished he’d say something, yell at her. Fire her. Anything was better than silence and staring into the rearview mirror.
Take me out to the ballgame chimed on her cell. She quickly reached into her purse to turn it off. Whoever it was could leave a message.
“You live down Cedar Lane, right?” Edward finally asked, merging into the turn lane on Broadway near the Fountain City Lake.
“Yes, sir. I do.”
“Let me know when we get close to your house.”
She nodded, leaning her elbow against the door and resting her head in her hand. She closed her eyes wishing this day had never happened. Losing the McDaniel account had started this whole downhill tumble and look where it had landed her.
Lord, but it felt longer than five days since she first met Darren. She’d spent every day after work, except for Thursday, with him. Her mother would have been proud. Lucinda would have been ecstatic claiming the gris-gris was working.
A wave of light-headedness washed over her and she shivered. Touching the charm again it felt cool, but not as icy. She shivered again, her stomach clenching.
“You’re strong. You can survive this,” she silently told herself. “Take a deep, cleansing breath.”
Opening her eyes, she saw they were getting close to her house. “I’m the fourth on the right. The next drive after the glow in the dark mailbox.”
“I see it,” Edward said.
“I’ve never seen a mailbox that glows before,” Gloria commented.
“That’s Mr. Brubaker’s. He’s a night owl. But he’s had trouble finding his driveway at night because of poor eyesight. My brother Alex came up with the idea when he still lived here.”
“How thoughtful,” Gloria replied.
“I think Alex was just tired of old Mr. Brubaker missing his drive and ending up in our ditch, waking up the neighbors to get him out.”
Gloria made a silent “O” with her mouth as Edward parked and shut off the engine.
“Thank you for the ride.”
Keely grabbed her purse and opened the door, getting out as quickly as she could. Edward got out too, and stopped her from going into the house.
“I think under the circumstances we should have a meeting with Tate on Monday morning. I’ll fill him in on what has been going on.”
“Nothing has been going on, Mr. Jackson. I assure you of that. Darren and I just met.”
“If you say so. You did lose the McDaniel account to him.”
They hadn’t even met until after that. Keely felt her temper flare. She couldn’t believe her boss would honestly not believe her. “I do say so. If my word isn’t good enough for you, then what is?”
“Let’s save this discussion for Monday.”
Keely nodded, afraid of what she might say if they continued. A silly little slip of the tongue and her job would be in further jeopardy, if not gone.
“Good night.”
“Good night, Mr. Jackson.” She walked to the front porch and waited for them to leave before going inside. Shutting the door, she collapsed against it, sliding to the cool, hardwood floor. How was she going to get out of this mess?
Darren turned off the alarm clock then rolled over, trying to fall back asleep. His heavy lidded eyes stung from lack of sleep, yet when he closed them, he saw Keely’s pained face. He punched his pillow trying to get comfortable, but it did no good. He finally got up and took a hot shower.
Walking into work an hour later, he left on his sunglasses and made a point of avoiding Jama. She’d called several times over the weekend, but he didn’t answer the phone. He’d even skipped Sunday dinner with their mom just so he didn’t have to face her. The last thing he needed was an “I told you so” from his sister.
“Darren, wait up,” Shelby Mitchell called, spotting him going into his office.
“What is it?” he asked, crossing his arms over his
“Yes I do,” Gloria replied, turning back around.
Edward remained silent, which made Keely feel worse. She wished he’d say something, yell at her. Fire her. Anything was better than silence and staring into the rearview mirror.
Take me out to the ballgame chimed on her cell. She quickly reached into her purse to turn it off. Whoever it was could leave a message.
“You live down Cedar Lane, right?” Edward finally asked, merging into the turn lane on Broadway near the Fountain City Lake.
“Yes, sir. I do.”
“Let me know when we get close to your house.”
She nodded, leaning her elbow against the door and resting her head in her hand. She closed her eyes wishing this day had never happened. Losing the McDaniel account had started this whole downhill tumble and look where it had landed her.
Lord, but it felt longer than five days since she first met Darren. She’d spent every day after work, except for Thursday, with him. Her mother would have been proud. Lucinda would have been ecstatic claiming the gris-gris was working.
A wave of light-headedness washed over her and she shivered. Touching the charm again it felt cool, but not as icy. She shivered again, her stomach clenching.
“You’re strong. You can survive this,” she silently told herself. “Take a deep, cleansing breath.”
Opening her eyes, she saw they were getting close to her house. “I’m the fourth on the right. The next drive after the glow in the dark mailbox.”
“I see it,” Edward said.
“I’ve never seen a mailbox that glows before,” Gloria commented.
“That’s Mr. Brubaker’s. He’s a night owl. But he’s had trouble finding his driveway at night because of poor eyesight. My brother Alex came up with the idea when he still lived here.”
“How thoughtful,” Gloria replied.
“I think Alex was just tired of old Mr. Brubaker missing his drive and ending up in our ditch, waking up the neighbors to get him out.”
Gloria made a silent “O” with her mouth as Edward parked and shut off the engine.
“Thank you for the ride.”
Keely grabbed her purse and opened the door, getting out as quickly as she could. Edward got out too, and stopped her from going into the house.
“I think under the circumstances we should have a meeting with Tate on Monday morning. I’ll fill him in on what has been going on.”
“Nothing has been going on, Mr. Jackson. I assure you of that. Darren and I just met.”
“If you say so. You did lose the McDaniel account to him.”
They hadn’t even met until after that. Keely felt her temper flare. She couldn’t believe her boss would honestly not believe her. “I do say so. If my word isn’t good enough for you, then what is?”
“Let’s save this discussion for Monday.”
Keely nodded, afraid of what she might say if they continued. A silly little slip of the tongue and her job would be in further jeopardy, if not gone.
“Good night.”
“Good night, Mr. Jackson.” She walked to the front porch and waited for them to leave before going inside. Shutting the door, she collapsed against it, sliding to the cool, hardwood floor. How was she going to get out of this mess?
Darren turned off the alarm clock then rolled over, trying to fall back asleep. His heavy lidded eyes stung from lack of sleep, yet when he closed them, he saw Keely’s pained face. He punched his pillow trying to get comfortable, but it did no good. He finally got up and took a hot shower.
Walking into work an hour later, he left on his sunglasses and made a point of avoiding Jama. She’d called several times over the weekend, but he didn’t answer the phone. He’d even skipped Sunday dinner with their mom just so he didn’t have to face her. The last thing he needed was an “I told you so” from his sister.
“Darren, wait up,” Shelby Mitchell called, spotting him going into his office.
“What is it?” he asked, crossing his arms over his
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