The other thing she realized was that she needed to confront Ash. She couldn’t just move out and hide in her apartment. Not that she owed him anything, but she didn’t want to go home, dreading the moment when he realized she was gone and the inevitable confrontation that would ensue. It would be better if she went to his office, said her piece and made it clear they were over. That way she wouldn’t have to worry about him showing up at her apartment.
For that, she would use Ash’s driver. After all, he’d have to pick up Ash from work anyway. A quick check of her watch told her the driver would likely still be here. If he wasn’t, she’d just take a cab to Ash’s building, even if it meant waiting. From his office, she’d just take the subway.
She rummaged for her phone in the big bag she’d thrown over her shoulder. After waving off the movers and providing the keys to her apartment so they could start unloading, she called Ash’s driver, who as luck would have it, was just a block away.
A few minutes later, she was on her way to Ash’s office building, silent tears trailing down her cheeks.
chapter twenty-nine
Ash leaned his head back against his chair, still holding the phone to his ear as the conference call droned on and on and on.
Christ, all he wanted was to get the fuck off the phone so he could head home to Josie. She’d had lunch with the girls today and he was looking forward to hearing about her day. Afterward he’d take her to dinner. Somewhere quiet and intimate. They’d talk some more and then he’d take her home and make love to her until they both dropped from exhaustion.
A knock sounded at his door and Eleanor stuck her head in. Ash frowned over the interruption, but then, if she’d poked her head in, it must be important. She was too efficient not to know he was on an important call.
Temporarily muting the call, he lowered the receiver and looked questioningly in Eleanor’s direction.
“Sorry, sir, I know you’re busy but Miss Carlysle is here to see you.”
It took him a moment to realize Miss Carlysle was in fact Josie. He straightened, ending the call without hesitation.
“Josie’s here?” he asked sharply. “Send her in immediately.”
Eleanor disappeared and Ash was already on his feet striding toward the door to meet Josie when she came in. Josie hadn’t been to his office before. Hell, he didn’t even remember if he’d told her where he worked.
A moment later, the door pushed open and Josie walked slowly in, her face pale, eyes swollen. Like she’d been fucking crying.
He was in front of her in seconds, pulling her into his arms. She went stiff and rigid and utterly unyielding.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded. “What’s upset you, Josie?”
She pried herself away from him and walked by, toward the middle of his office where she just stood, back turned, her spine stiff.
His gaze narrowed. “Josie?”
When she didn’t respond he reached for her, turning her to face him. What he saw in her face he didn’t like one bit. Dread gripped him by the balls as he took in her lifeless eyes.
Josie always shined. That was just her. She could light up a room just by walking into it. She sparkled, had a gorgeous smile and her eyes were always bright and sunny. Like every other part of her.
But not today. She looked worn. Sad. She looked devastated.
When she pulled away from him again, his lips came together in a tight line.
“Remember what I said, Josie. When you and I are talking and especially if you’re upset about something, we do not discuss it with a room between us. You’re pushing me away, and that is not an option.”
When he would have pulled her to him, she put both arms out, effectively blocking him.
“You don’t get an option,” she said tightly. “We’re over, Ash. I’ve moved my stuff back to my apartment.”
He couldn’t even control his reaction. Of the hundred different things she could have said, he would have never imagined her saying this. What the ever-loving fuck?
“The hell we’re over,” he bit out. “What the fuck is going on, Josie?”
“I saw the paintings,” she said hoarsely. “All of them.”
Fuck.
He blew out his breath and ran a hand raggedly through his hair. “Not the way I wanted you to find out, baby.”