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Yes, why?

I want to give you some space to think everything through, but I’d really like you to be my date.

He’s pushing really hard on this. He needs to know the truth.

Tom, I slept with someone else. There’s no kind way of telling you that, but I’ve moved on, and I don’t want you to hold out for me. I’m so sorry.

I push my plate off my lap and onto the coffee table in front of me. My appetite has deserted me and been replaced with a nauseating feeling. I might be as direct as they come, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have empathy. I hate hurting people, but stringing Tom along is arguably even worse.

My phone vibrates again, but this time, the text makes me smile.

Luna

Lunch on Saturday? I think we need to catch up. It’ll be two weeks since I saw my girls, and that is way too long. Felicity, you aren’t allowed to go on anymore honeymoons, and Kate, you aren’t allowed to disappear into your working cave.

My girls, just when I need them.

Felicity

The sun is shining so bright on my screen that I can barely make out what I’m typing, but trust me, I do not plan on any more marriages, but maybe extended honeymoons...

Me

Rub it in with the sun. It’s pouring here. Yeah, Saturday is good with me.

Luna

Great. I’ll book the table at Luigi’s for one p.m. I can’t wait to see you!

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

KATE

Work is officially kicking my ass, and I’m moody. No matter how hard I try, the funk I’ve been in for these past three days won’t shift.

“I need your notes on the Taylor file ASAP, Kate.”

Facing my computer screen, I roll my eyes. “I’ll get them to you as quickly as I can, Derek.”

He huffs out a breath and comes to stand next to me, eyeing my screen. “So they aren’t ready yet?”

Closing down the window so he can’t spy on private client information, I turn to look at him. “No. If they were, then they would be on your desk, so you aren’t standing at mine interrupting me.”

Borderline rude, I’ll admit. But Derek has been hounding me for days over a non-urgent case.

He looks taken aback. “Easy now, Kate. That time of the month?”

I’m incandescent with rage and ready to crop him at the kneecaps when I stop dead in my tracks…

Everything, even annoying Derek, fades into the background. Today is July fourteenth. I took my last pill three days ago.

Where is it?

I shoot up from my desk, my chair spinning back. “Excuse me, Derek.” I rush out.

Grabbing my bag and jacket from the back of the chair, I move toward the exit but stop at reception. “Margo, I need to head out for a couple of hours. Is there any chance you can push the Parker meeting to Monday?”

She winces. “Your calendar is stacked on Monday.”