“So, does this spiritual wellness retreat in Lake Tahoe also require a club shirt?” she asked, her voice held in a strange, delicate calm.
Bennett did not even bother pretending to look guilty or startled.
“I am going with Heather, as I already told you, because it is strictly office related and requires my presence,” he replied with careless dismissal.
Heather Jenkins. The lively coworker, the one who always said she understood his unpredictable schedule, the one who texted him at midnight about unfinished assignments, the one who had somehow appeared in every one of his social media stories for the past six months.
His smartphone buzzed hard against the nightstand, the screen lighting up the room just as Elise turned her face away.
“I cannot wait to be with you, love,” the notification read in bold letters. Romance
Bennett grabbed the phone so fast he nearly knocked the glass lamp beside the bed onto the floor.
“That was just spam, do not worry about it,” he muttered, stuffing the device into his leather bag.
Elise released a dry, empty laugh that seemed to echo through the wide bedroom.
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