Found in You(35)

“Good. That’s good to hear. I’m glad you’re better.” Paul looked me over. “And I believe you. You look better. I don’t know…healthy or something.”

“Thank you.” Getting emotionally and physically better had improved my physical being. I’d gained weight—mostly muscle—and my skin tone had improved.

Paul seemed to be taking those changes in and my stomach clenched with the urge to throw up.

He must have caught himself, because he suddenly turned away, gazing up the ramp where Julia had gone. “Look, Julia knows nothing about you or Melissa or that I was engaged before.”

“Nice. Secretive relationships for the win,” I said sarcastically.

He ignored my remark. “We’ll simply have to agree to keep all the past under wraps. Not a word that we’ve ever met before today. We can do that. I know you can.” His tone was caustic, as if he had a bad taste in his mouth. “You were always good at acting like things were just fine.”

I fought the urge to kick him in the shins. “Paul, this is a bad idea. A really bad idea for me.”

He stepped toward me, a finger pointed in my direction. “You owe me. You owe me this at least. Don’t you think?”

Fuck. He had me there. Didn’t I owe him a whole shit load? Sure he’d been a dick at every opportunity, but that didn’t excuse the way I’d invaded his life. And paying him back, cleaning the slate—it sounded awfully appealing.

Against every warning siren blaring in my head, I said the words I hoped I didn’t live to regret. “All right.” I swallowed and said it again. “All right. I’ll pretend we just met.”

“Fine. You’ll be working mostly with Julia anyway. We won’t see each other. It shouldn’t be an issue.”

I put my hand over my churning stomach and nodded weakly.

“Alayna, hey!” The female voice came from the opposite direction of where Julia had gone.

I squinted toward the sound and found Celia making her way toward us. Really? Could this day get any more complicated? Or filled with people I wasn’t supposed to be with?

“What—what are you doing here?” My voice was dazed.

“You never called me for coffee and I didn’t have your number so I stopped by.”

I hadn’t called her because Hudson and I had agreed not to see her without each other. I certainly hadn’t expected her to show up out of the blue. And, how had she gotten in anyway? I frowned. The door had been locked and should have stayed locked after Julia let Paul in. Maybe they hadn’t shut the door hard enough.

“How did you know I was here?” Was my head muddled or was her appearance as baffling as Paul’s?

“Jordan told me.”

Of course. Her endless connections to Hudson’s life. Why was I even surprised anymore?

“Is something wrong?” Concern laced Celia’s question.

“No…I…well.” My head hurt, my stomach hurt, my mouth was dry and I felt shaky. “Everything’s fine.”

I followed Celia’s questioning glance to Paul. Oh, yeah. Fucking Paul. “Celia this is a potential business associate, Paul Kresh.” I turned to Paul, unable to look him in the eye. “This is a friend of my boyfriend’s, Celia Werner.”

Paul’s brow rose. “As in, Warren Werner?”

“Uh-huh.” Celia straightened at the mention of her father’s name, ready to be the show pony that she was raised to be.

Paul broke into a smile. “We did an event for your mother once. I didn’t actually talk to you, but I saw you around.”