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."

"Felicia, when are you

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 didn't know or bother to

free. Maybe I won't finish up by lunchtime. Besides, aren't

heavy, perhaps catching the sarcasm in my

to think about if he could

didn't want to drag personal matters into it. "I'm busy right

respond, so I

After wrapping up the discussions by

charge of monitoring all its phases. Eighty percent

the partner's compliance, I had to make the trip as part of the process. Walking the site left my feet swollen and my toes

and rest, and Deborah noticed

the field, I'd have loved to kick off my shoes and give my feet a

Deborah observed my face. "Felicia, you seem off,

surprise before Deborah gestured to

when a woman's mood was off,

I found an excuse, then pretended

her probing would

shadow loomed