Chapter 30

I should’ve known.

“Hi, yourself,” I say, turning back to my email. “What’s up?”

I wince at how informal I sound. What’s up?To a client, no less. Sure, I’ve known him forever, and yeah, we shared a pizza last night, but I’m at work here. If he’s calling to talk about his mother’s service, I’m going to feel like a real jerk.

Luckily, that doesn’t seem to be the reason he called. “I just wanted to apologize,” he says. “For, you know. Yesterday.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” I assure him. “Everyone has different ways of coping with the loss of a loved one, and—”

“Don’t give me that bullshit,” Derek growls. “This has nothing to do with my mother, okay? Every time I try to bring it up, you shut me down.”

“Bring whatup?”

“Us.”