The job? My baby? My marriage?
“Oh, shit,” I whisper, as the synapses suddenly click into place. Giselle. It can’t be a coincidence that she showed up right about the time I got the first text. Can it?
I whirl around for my phone. Maybe I’ve hesitated to tell Damien so far, but I can’t wait any longer. Not if it’s Giselle behind all of this. Giselle, worming her way into the fundraiser. Into our lives.
But then I think about it, and Sofia seems an equally obvious suspect. Except that she’s all the way in the UK. So that probably takes her out of the running.
Either way, I have to let Damien know.
I snatch up the phone, then actually squeal when it rings in my hand.
For a moment, I’m certain that it’s her, calling to torment me. To warn me to stay silent. That she has plans for me, and if I’m not careful, she’ll spill all of my secrets to the world.
But then I see the caller ID—Ollie.
Eagerly, I press the button to answer the call. At the same time, Marge buzzes the intercom.
“Ollie, hang on. Yes, Marge?”
“Your ten o’clock just called to cancel. Apparently, he had some unexpected travel.”
“Tell him thanks for letting us know, and ask him to email me his availability.”
“No problem.”
She hangs up, and I move around my desk to collapse into my chair. It leans all the way back so that I can put my feet up, the kind of thing that would totally mortify my mother, but that I love.
“Listen to you, big shot,” Ollie says. “Bossing around the assistant.”
“You are such a jerk,” I say affectionately. “By the way, I saw your mom. She looks great.”
“You did? Where?”
“I was in Dallas. She didn’t tell you?”
“I’m trying a fraud case in New York. I’m wasting precious lunch hour prep to call and congratulate you. And to make sure you aren’t a little bit weirded out.”
I laugh, then put the phone on speaker so that baby Ashley can hear her uncle Ollie’s voice. We’ve had a few rough patches over the years, but at the heart of it, he’s still one of my best and oldest friends. And even though it took him a while to come around to Team Damien, I know that he’s not only got my back but that he truly understands that my husband does, too. “I appreciate the congrats. And, honestly, it was a shock at first, but now I’m looking forward to every step along the way.”
“Pretty fast, though, right? I mean, it’s going to be over before you know it.”
“Well, yeah.” I frown but decide that his odd questions stem from a Y-chromosome kind of place. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to savor the experience. Besides, nine months is almost a year. That doesn’t seem fast to me at all.”
“Nine? I thought it was a six-month deal.”
“Six? What—” I pull my feet off my desk and sit up. “Wait a sec, what are you talking about?”
“Me?” he counters. “What are you talking about?”
“The baby,” I say with a definite tone of duh in my voice.
“Baby?” he asks, and I’m certain I can hear the wheels turning in his head. “You’re having a baby?”
“I—yes. Wait. You really didn’t know?”
“I had no idea. I told you—I’ve been buried in this trial. But, Nikki! That’s amazing. Congratulations!”
I draw in a breath, only then realizing how nervous I’ve been about his reaction. I grew up with Ollie, after all, and no one knows the extent of my family issues better than he does. “Thanks. I’m nervous,” I admit. “But mostly, I’m thrilled.”
“You’re going to do great.” His gentle voice belongs to the Ollie of my childhood. The one who was always my champion. The best friend before Damien came along. I feel a little twist in my heart. Everything is fine between us now, but it will never be the same as it was. I don’t regret that, but sometimes I miss it.
“And you’ll be a wonderful uncle,” I say.
“Hell yeah, I will.”
I laugh. “So what did you call to congratulate me for? There’s nothing else going on right now.”
“For landing that contract with Greystone-Branch,” he says, in a tone of voice that suggests I’ve lost my mind.
My heart starts pounding, and I roll the chair back away from the desk. “Say that again.”
“The job with Greystone-Branch. You’d said you were nervous about it. So I thought I’d call to congratulate you.”
“I don’t have the job,” I say. “I mean, I don’t have it yet. And honestly, I’m not sure I’m going to get it. They seemed pretty worried about my ability to get the work done now that I’m pregnant.”
“You did get it,” Ollie says. “The announcement’s in the newsletter they sent out about twenty minutes ago.”
“Wait. What?” I dig in my satchel for my iPad only to realize I left it on the counter back at the apartment. Since I haven’t yet fired up my computer, I switch over to email while keeping the phone on speaker. Sure enough, there’s a newsletter from Greystone-Branch sitting in my inbox.
And three paragraphs in is the announcement of their new software development relationship with the exceptional team at Fairchild Development.
“Holy shit,” I say.
“You didn’t know?”
“I didn’t have a clue. Why wouldn’t they call first? And why the hell are you getting the Greystone-Branch newsletter?”
“Can’t help you with the first,” Ollie says. “But as for the newsletter, I represent one of their competitors, so I subscribed about a year ago.”
“Lucky me,” I say, but I’m frowning. “Actually, this explains a lot,” I say, then tell him about the more-irritating-than-threatening texts I’ve been getting. “My first instinct was that they were from a competitor. But then this last one came in right before you called, and I started to think it was someone jealous about Damien. Or the baby. Anything but the contract, because why bother when I didn’t have the job?”
“But now you’re thinking the person saw the newsletter, too.”
“Maybe. I hope so.” I make a face. “If I’m going to have a text stalker, it would be nice for it to be about my work and not my marriage for once.”
Ollie laughs. “You two do tend to make headlines.”
Sadly, he’s right.
“What does Damien say about the texts?”
“I haven’t told him yet,” I admit.
“Oh, that’s going to go over well.”
I roll my eyes. Ollie and Damien may have settled into a friendly truce, but that doesn’t mean they’re each other’s best champions.
In this case, though, Ollie’s probably right.
“I’m going to tell him right now,” I say. “I was just about to call him when you rang.”
“Then I should let you do that,” Ollie says. “And I also need to go. I need about ten minutes with my witness before I put her on the stand.”
“Break a leg,” I say. “By the way, how long are you in New York?”