Consolation (Consolation Duet #1)(27)

“Think about it. We can all go and celebrate you going back to work. Mark and Jackson are here, you said. I’m sure everyone would love to go out.”

I nod and wring my hands. “I’ll think about it.”


“Okay, I’ll call you soon,” Liam says as he grabs his stuff.

“Okay,” I mutter. This all of a sudden has become weird.

He walks to the door and pauses with his hand on the door. Slowly, Liam turns and his eyes glimmer with sincerity. “No matter what, I want you to know that your friendship means everything. I’ll always be here for you and we never have to mention tonight again if you don’t want to. We can pretend nothing ever happened. I want you to be happy, and if you needed to kiss me because you needed something, I won’t be upset.”

“Liam, I . . .”

His hand lifts to stop me and he gives a reassuring smile, “I’ll let you use me if you need that. I don’t know when things changed for either of us, but whatever you need—tell me. If you want to forget tonight, if you want to be friends, or if you want to see whatever this is—I’m here. I’ll let you lead for now.”

Before I can respond, Liam turns the doorknob and walks out. I walk to the door and place my hand on it and close my eyes.

Now I need to figure out how to lead a dance I don’t know the steps to.

I head up the stairs and look at the pictures that line the walls. My wedding photo, our first date, and my maternity shoot all stare at me as I take each step. My lips tingle from our kiss and my mind reels. I kissed another man, and not just any man, but someone who was there for most of these memories.

How could I do this? Can I do this? I pause at the top of the step where Aaron’s photo hangs in a dark frame. It has his shadow box with all his medals and ribbons under it. My hand touches the cool glass and a tear falls. Here I stand staring at the man I loved while my mouth still tastes of Liam.

I grab the photo of Aaron off the wall and lie in my bed with my husband in my arms and fall asleep wishing this guilt would stop.



“Sparkles, can you bring in the new contract that was faxed over a few minutes ago and head into Jackson’s office?” Mark pauses at my office door and then rushes away.

I grab the papers and head over to his office. It’s been two weeks since I’ve been working here and so far it’s been great. They realized quickly I was definitely overqualified and I’m now handling all the scheduling and mission preparation.

“Hey,” I say as I walk in. Jackson and Mark are laughing at God knows what.

“Hey, come in,” Jackson instructs and he slaps Mark. “I need to see how many guys we have open to send if we get the Africa mission.”

I nod and hand over the papers I brought with me. The way Jackson was able to start this company and handle complex missions is seriously impressive. They’ve been getting more requests and aren’t able to fulfill them all due to staffing. Apparently Aaron handled recruiting and they’ve not filled his position.

“I think you guys need to do a recruiting session or something. There have been a lot of inquiries and you’re turning clients away,” I suggest and they both glance at me with a pensive look.

“Lee,” Jackson says with caution. “I know you just started, and let’s face it, you’re doing way more than what we hired you for. I need someone who’s smart, who can read these guys, and get some new blood in here. I’ll turn away business before I’ll send anyone unprepared or understaffed.”

“Are you offering me another promotion?” This is by far the fastest anyone has ever moved up in a company.

Jackson nods and Mark laughs. “I’m sure you’re bored out of your f*cking mind answering a phone that rings once every hour. Besides, dickface leaves in a few days and I need someone with a brain.”

I look out into the office where there are others who’ve been here for a long time. They bust their asses and have been dedicated to the company far longer than me. “What about the others?”

Mark glances over, and for the first time, looks serious. “There’s a lot you don’t know regarding what they do. They aren’t administrative.”

“Okay,” I say confused, but I let it drop. “What all does this entail? I mean, I have Aarabelle and I didn’t even want to come back to work.”

Jackson stands and heads over to the wall of pictures. “I would never let this take away from Aara. Mark and I will make sure of that. You just have to be honest with us and let us know.” He rubs his hand down his face. “If you take it, there are going to be some background and clearance things I’ll need you to do.”

Mark kicks his feet up on Jackson’s desk and gives a taunting look. “Don’t make Muffin suffer too long. He’s already starting to go grey.”

“Fuck off.”

“Do I get to referee you two?” I ask and slap Mark’s leg.

Mark laughs and drops his legs. “I always win.”

Jackson scoffs and walks behind us, slapping Mark in the back of the head. I swear these two are like children. It’s some kind of genetic tic they all have.

“Okay, if you think I’m the right person, Jackson, I’ll do whatever you need.”


Both of their demeanors shift slightly. I can feel the tension from both of them. “Lee,” Jackson says drawing my attention to him, “You’ll have access to a lot of information and files. Things that are locked on your computer now because of your clearance. When we do this, you’ll no longer be locked out.”