Mid Life Love: At Last (Mid Life Love #2)(57)

Hayley gave me a hug and smiled. “I didn’t spend six hours trying on bridesmaids’ dresses for nothing, Jonathan. You better talk to her and fix whatever it is. Claire loves you and you know it.”

“Goodbye, Hayley.”

“I love you too.” She jumped up and headed for the door as Corey came in.

Then I looked up and saw it. Plain and clear. The way Hayley’s eyes lit up as he held the door open for her, the way he almost leaned down to kiss her good bye, but held back and smiled instead.

What. The. Fuck.

I waited until he closed the door, until he took a seat at my desk—directly in front of me.

“So...” He cleared his throat. “About the Meyer’s account. I was thinking we could investigate their background a little more before we fully commit. What do you think?”

“Are you f**king my little sister?”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“It’s a yes or no question. Are. You. Fucking. My. Little. Sister?”

“I...It’s not like that.”

“Yes or no.”

He sighed. “No...Not—”

“Yet? You plan on f**king my little sister?”

“Johnathan, man...It’s not what you think it is.”

“For your sake I would hope not.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “When the f**k were you going to tell me about this shit?”

“I wanted to tell you weeks ago, but I knew how you would react to this...What I have with Hayley is nothing like what I’ve had with all those women in the past. And if you would just listen to me for a second I can explain.”

I couldn’t hear anything he was saying. The only thing I could focus on was breaking every single bone in his face, pushing him out the window, and watching him fall to an early death.

I didn’t care how long this shit had been going on or why. He wasn’t worthy of Hayley as far as I was concerned—best friend or not; especially not the same best friend whose body count was more than quadruple mine.

“I would never hurt her,” he said. “I swear.”

“Get the f**k out of my office.”

“Don’t do this, man. Just—”

“I can only deal with so much bad shit at a time, so excuse me if I don’t want to talk to the man who is days away from f**king my little sister and hanging her heart out to dry. Just get the f**k out.” I turned around in my chair and waited until I heard the door close.

Is this shit really happening?

I picked up my phone and called Angela.

“Yes, Mr. Statham?”

“Did Miss Gracen send out a memo to every person in my life and tell them to make me as f**king miserable as possible this week?”

“Um... No sir. Not that I’m aware of.”

“Can you please check?”

“Yes sir...Are you still meeting with the ring designer this afternoon?”

“No. Cancel that please.” I hung up and sighed. I’d called Miss Valenti yesterday to ask if Claire had ever stopped by to design my ring and—surprise, surprise, she hadn’t.

I knew I’d previously joked with her about not knowing who she was anymore when she revealed that she’d been taking erotic classes, and when I found her in that bondage room at her bachelorette party. But with our wedding falling apart at the seams and her ex-husband slipping into her life again, I could honestly say that I didn’t know who she was right now.

She wasn’t acting like the Claire I loved...

I rolled over in my bed, reaching for Claire—cursing at myself for even doing that. It’d been a week and a half since we’d last spoke and her phone calls to me still came every hour on the hour.

I was still staying in my executive suite at the office, collecting the notes she dropped off and actually reading the more recent ones. The one she’d sent yesterday read, “You are the only love of my life. Please hear me out—Claire.” And the one she’d sent today read, “I missed when you used to send notes with the flowers...That’s what made them special...”

I could practically picture her face as she received my note-less flowers, could literally see her shaking her head and trying not to cry. As much as it hurt me to know that she was in pain, I couldn’t bring myself to console her because I was hurting too...

I sighed and looked at my watch: 2:58. Even though I was still hurt—beyond hurt, I figured that when she called this time, I would try to pick up.

At exactly three o’ clock, my phone rang and I held it up to my ear.

“Hello?” I tried to hide the pain in my voice.

“Hey, Jonathan.” It was Caroline.

“Caroline? Hey, how are you?”

“I’m okay. Me and Ashley want to come home this weekend and eat dinner with you and mom if that’s okay...We’re kinda tired of campus food.”

“That’d be fine. I’ll...I’ll set that up. Is that all?”

“Almost...Do you think me and Ash are identical-identical or just identical?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, how long did it take you to figure out who was who after we’d met you for the first time?”

“A week.” I laughed. “Why?”

“Good enough. I’m going to ask Ashley to take the rest of my tests for Strategy Physics.”