“Did he even try to suggest me for the interview? Or for another one later?”
“No. He might’ve if we’d talked longer.”
“He would’ve a year ago, no matter what.”
Kyle drummed his fingers on the desk. “Maybe he couldn’t.”
“You think she’s there?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You sensed a hesitancy or something that makes you wonder.”
He grimaced as if he didn’t want to admit that, but she could tell it was true.
She dropped her head in her hand. “Shit.”
Before he could respond, the office phone rang.
He glanced over at her. “It’s the Ooma line I just used, and I shouldn’t be getting any calls this time of night.”
Her heart began to pound. “What happens if you don’t answer?”
“It rolls over to the regular lines and eventually goes to voice mail for First Step Solar.”
“Grab it,” she cried, but he must’ve come to the same conclusion, because he was already reaching for the handset.
“Graham Gibb.”
Lourdes held her breath. If Kyle’s caller happened to be looking for solar panels, he or she would be quite confused. But, in the next second, it became apparent that Derrick was calling back, just as they’d feared.
“Great,” Kyle said. “That’s convenient...” He squeezed his forehead with one hand as if he regretted getting mixed up in her little ruse—or was worried about the fallout. “Of course I’d like to speak to her...Sure...Put her on...”
Derrick must’ve transferred the phone to Crystal, because, for the next several minutes, Lourdes had to sit there and listen to Kyle feign interest in Crystal’s burgeoning music career. When he could do so without seeming too dismissive, he cut in to say he had to go if he was going to finish his article tonight, that it had been a pleasure speaking to her and he’d get back to her if he ever had the opportunity to give her some press.
When he hung up, he rubbed a hand over his mouth. “So what do you make of that?”
“She called back awfully fast.”
“Derrick said she just stopped by to drop something off after we hung up.”
Lourdes felt sick to her stomach. She wished she could believe it was the coincidence Derrick claimed, but her intuition wouldn’t allow it. “What could Crystal need to drop off that she couldn’t email?”
Kyle shook his head.
“What did she say?” Lourdes asked.
“That she wanted to reach out and let me know she’d be happy to speak to me whenever. We could even have lunch. That sort of thing.”
“Was it convincing?”
He didn’t seem too keen on committing himself.
“Kyle? Did you get the impression Derrick was pretending she’d suddenly shown up?”
“That’s a tough question,” he hedged.
She blew on her hands, which hadn’t warmed up since their journey through the storm. “Because you think they’re having an affair.”
“Because I don’t really know!”
“God, I hate this,” she said. “I hate feeling as if I’m being taken for a fool. And I hate feeling I can’t trust the man I love.”
“Has he ever cheated on you before?”
“Not that I know of. But he’s never been so preoccupied and distant, either. Never been so swept away with someone else.” He also had a history that included an extramarital affair with an intern, well before he met her, but Lourdes didn’t volunteer that information. She’d chosen to believe he’d just messed up, that he regretted it—but she understood that others might not give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he was merely enamored with Crystal’s potential, as he claimed. “It doesn’t help that she’s younger, prettier and more talented than I am,” she grumbled.
Kyle looked shocked. “She might be younger, and I’m no judge of singing talent, so I can’t weigh in there. But she couldn’t be any more beautiful.”
It was a nice compliment. One that sounded sincere.
Maybe if Lourdes hadn’t been so distraught, she could’ve appreciated it.