No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 11



"Felicia, Mr. Wagner's on the line for you." Deborah Walker, who had tagged along with me, extended the phone toward me.

I had underestimated Conrad's persistence. In such a situation, I could only take the phone and respond formally, "Mr. Wagner, what can I do for you?"

"Felicia," Conrad's voice was deep, laced with evident remorse, "Why did you leave so early today? I got home, and you weren't there."

Realizing he wasn't talking shop, I stepped away. "Went out for breakfast."

Conrad apologized to me. "Sorry, I... got held up last night. Couldn't make it back."

A chill ran through me, my lips curling into a mocking smile. "And why was that?"

Conrad was silent.

I held my breath, giving him a way out. "Couldn't find a caregiver?"

Conrad replied calmly, "Yes."

nothing more before Conrad spoke again, "Felicia, when are

said the night before, Conrad had been staying with Haley. Was his sudden invitation for lunch a guilt trip for bailing on me the previous night or a sudden strike of conscience? I

Maybe I won't finish up by lunchtime. Besides, aren't you always busy

my voice,

was there to think about if he could walk

and didn't want to drag personal matters into it. "I'm busy right now. If there's nothing else,

so I ended the

fieldwork for the day included discussing with partners and on-site inspections. After wrapping up the discussions by ten in the morning,

park construction project, with me in charge of monitoring all its phases. Eighty percent complete, my task was

trip as part of the process. Walking the site left

and Deborah noticed my discomfort.

sore foot," I didn't hide it. If we weren't in the field, I'd have loved to kick

"Felicia, you seem off, not

before Deborah gestured to

sleepless night would do that to anyone. And when a woman's mood was off, no amount of makeup

I found an excuse, then pretended to be busy on my

feared her probing would leave me struggling

shadow