Barbara Dunlop - An After-Hours Affair

Emily gave a sad smile. “It’s not even a lie.”

Jenny sniffed, sitting down. “Are you sure your folks won’t mind?”

“Not a bit. They won’t be at the lake for months. The cottage is the perfect place for you to regroup.”

Jenny turned her chair and started to type. She could barely make her fingers form the words that would take her away from Mitch forever. She was suddenly bone tired. She wanted to crawl into bed and sleep for a month. She didn’t want to face Mitch or anyone else.

As Mitch powered his Corvette away from the small airport on the outskirts of Royal, his hand strayed from the gearshift to pat the small square package tucked away in his suit jacket pocket, while his mind settled comfortably into thoughts of Jenny. If someone had told him forty-eight hours ago that he’d be buying an engagement ring, he’d have told them they were out of their mind.

But things changed, people learned. They learned things about themselves, and they figured out things about others that had been staring them in the face for months. What Mitch had learned was that he wanted Jenny, now and forever. He loved her. And he wasn’t about to let one more day go by without telling her so.

He swung off the interstate and took the three corners to River Road. He’d driven this route a thousand times, knew every curve, every bump, every blind spot. But he’d never driven it faster, never wished it were shorter. And by the time he pulled into the TCC parking lot, he was having a very stern talk with himself to calm down and curb his enthusiasm.

He couldn’t tell Jenny he loved her next to the coffeemaker. And he sure couldn’t propose to her at the office. He pushed the shifter into First, set the park brake and turned off the key.

He had to take her out on a date tonight, somewhere exotic and wildly romantic. Maybe they’d go to the beach again. There had to be dozens of fine restaurants overlooking Galveston Bay. He wanted something with candlelight and white linen, a private little alcove where he could say all the things he needed to say.

He took the TCC stairs two at a time, striding through the front foyer, heading directly to the second floor, down the short hallway and into the outer office.

“Jenny?” he breathed, before he realized she wasn’t there.

He quickly moved to his own office, entering through the open door, expecting to see her inside, straightening his papers, watering his plants, putting his mail into those neat little piles, like she did every day.

He drew another blank and frowned.

Maybe she was in the conference room, or the ladies’ room. He told himself to wait it out, but his feet took him back across the outer office, down the hallway and into the conference room.

It was empty, and he couldn’t very well check the ladies’ room. So he headed back to the office, cooling his heels, gazing unseeingly at the familiar surroundings.

It was quiet, somehow too quiet. It felt like a weekend, and it took him a moment to realize it was because her computer was shut off. Her chair was neatly pushed into the desk. There wasn’t a single paper on her desktop, and the morning’s mail was piled haphazardly in her in-basket.

Was Jenny away?

Could she have missed a day’s work?

He ventured closer to her desk, spying a crisp white envelope in the center of the desk. His name was scrawled across it in Jenny’s handwriting.

Mitch picked it up, staring, getting an unsettled feeling in the pit of his stomach. She’d left him a note? Why didn’t she email, or text, or give him a call if she had to miss work?

He tore off the end of the envelope and slid out a single piece of paper.

Dear Mitch, it opened.

He read further through the letter, becoming more confused by the second. Jenny was gone?

He flipped over the sheet of paper, but there was no additional information on the back, no destination, no return date, no explanation of who was sick. Nothing.

He didn’t know whether to be mad or worried.

He retrieved his cell phone and dialed her number.

It rang through to voice mail.

“Jenny,” he said to the machine, struggling to keep his tone neutral. “It’s me. I’m confused. Call me as soon as you can, okay?”

He hung up, waiting a long moment, took a deep breath, then pressed the speed dial for Cole.

Cole answered right away. “Maddison here.”

“It’s Mitch.”

“Oh, hey, Mitch.” There was definitely something off in Cole’s tone. He knew something.

“I’m looking for Jenny,” said Mitch, giving his friend one chance to be straight with him.

“Really?” Cole asked. “She’s not at work?”

Mitch ran out of patience. “What the hell is going on?” he barked.

There was a long pause that only served to reinforce Mitch’s suspicions.

“What do you mean?” asked Cole, his tone still carefully neutral.

Mitch’s voice went to steel. “Where’s Jenny?”

“I don’t know.”

“Bull. Emily has to know.”

“She might,” Cole replied. “But she didn’t tell me.”

Okay, this just got weirder by the second. “Where’s Emily?”

“She’s at work.”

“So she’s not the one who’s sick? And she didn’t go to some friend’s place with Jenny?”

“No.” Cole didn’t elaborate.

“What did I miss?” Mitch demanded

“As far as I know, nothing.”

“As far as you know? What kind of an answer is that?”

Cole’s tone went back to normal. “They didn’t tell me so I wouldn’t have to lie to you. Something’s obviously up, but I haven’t a clue what it might be. Did you and Jenny fight? Did you do anything?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, see a girl in D.C.? Maybe somebody saw you and-”

“I did not see a girl in D.C.” Unless you counted the mental images of Jenny that followed him 24-7.

“Well, she took off for some reason,” said Cole.

Mitch paced across the office. “Find out what it is. Talk to Emily.”

Cole barked out a cold laugh. “You want me to compromise my relationship with my fiancée to help you?”

“Absolutely.”

“You really don’t know how these things work, do you?”

Mitch paused for a long second. “I’m learning,” he admitted.

Cole went silent. “Elaborate.”

Spill his guts? Own up to his feelings to Cole before he even told Jenny? “I don’t think so.”

“You want my help?”

Mitch punched the heel of his hand against the office wall. “Fine. There’s a lecture from Jeffrey on squandering chances echoing inside my head, an engagement ring sitting in my jacket pocket and I’m ready to tear this state apart looking for Jenny.”

“You bought an engagement ring?”

“Yes,” Mitch hissed.

“You want to marry Jenny?”

“Who else? ”

“Well, I don’t know what the hell you did in D.C.”

“I accepted a job and bought a ring.”

Cole’s tone turned to surprise. “You took the job?”

“Where is she, Cole? Help me find her.”

The line was silent for long seconds. “Can I tell Emily you’re proposing?”

“ No! It’s bad enough that you know before Jenny. You’re not telling her best friend.”

“I don’t know how else I’m going to-”

“Lie, cheat, steal. I don’t care.”

“You’re not asking much, are you?”

“I’d do it for you.”

Cole hesitated a beat. “Fine. I’ll talk to her tonight.”

“Now.”

“Tonight. Summon up a little patience. It’s not my fault it took you this long to make up your mind.”

“I didn’t-” Fine. Mitch would own that mistake. He should have realized he was in love days and days ago. If he had, if he hadn’t been such a stubborn idiot, he’d already be engaged to Jenny.