“Shhh.” Sarah placed a finger across Emory’s lips. “I loved it.”
“You did?”
“I did. Do you know what I also love? You in this business suit.” She slipped her hand inside the jacket and ran her palm from the center of Emory’s chest up along the side of her collarbone. “You were wearing something similar the day we met, remember?”
“And did you like it then?”
Sarah considered the question. “No, I found it intimidating. But now that I know the woman inside it, it’s just plain hot.”
Emory grabbed Sarah by the hips and pulled her closer, kissing her soundly. Sarah reciprocated hungrily, sliding her arms up and around Emory’s neck. Then a thought hit and she pulled back just enough to meet Emory’s eyes. “Are you sure we should be kissing at the office? You are at work, after all.”
Emory inclined her head. “The door is closed. We can do anything we want. No one will come in without knocking. One of the perks of being in charge.”
“Okay then, maybe just a little more of the sexy kissing.” Sarah grinned and dipped her head.
Emory loved kissing Sarah. She felt it all the way down to her toes and it left her in the most wonderful fog. Somewhere in the back of her consciousness, she registered that hands were tugging vaguely on shirts, moving down arms, shifting all the while closer, and she could vaguely hear the humming sounds people made while making out. It was like hovering just above heaven for her.
“Hey, Em, will you take a look—holy shit. Sorry. Oh my God.”
At Lucy’s highly unexpected entrance, they froze. No one spoke for several seconds, ratcheting up the awkward factor several notches. It was Emory who laughed first, followed shortly by Lucy. Sarah smiled until the tension seemed to evaporate from the room.
Once under control again, Emory turned to Sarah wryly. “I should amend that earlier statement to ‘no one will come in if the door is closed except for Lucy, who does whatever the hell she wants.’”
“Wow. Again, so sorry.” Lucy gestured at the door. “Sometimes I’m oblivious. What can I say? But please don’t kick me out for more kissing. I’m here now, so can I please meet Sarah?” The cartoonish hope in Lucy’s eyes made Sarah smile. She liked this woman already.
Emory sighed playfully. “Why not? Lucy Danaher, meet Sarah Matamoros.” And then meeting Sarah’s eyes and smiling, “My girlfriend.”
“A pleasure.” Lucy extended her hand. “And I do mean that. I’ve been waiting ever so patiently to make your acquaintance and I do emphasize patiently.”
“It’s nice to meet you too, Lucy. Emory’s told me an awful lot about you.”
“Well, she lies, so discriminate accordingly.”
Sarah laughed. “Will do.” She checked her watch. “I don’t mean to run out on you two, but I have a four o’clock consultation across town, and if I don’t leave now, traffic will triumph. The office is amazing,” she said, turning to Emory. “Thank you for the brief tour.”
“Yeah, sorry it got cut short with all that smooching,” Lucy interjected.
Emory crossed her arms and gave Lucy the full power of the Arctic stare before focusing her attention on Sarah. “I’ll call you later and we can make plans for the zoo on Saturday.”
Sarah nodded, met her eyes knowingly, and then turned. “Good-bye, Lucy. I hope we see each other again soon.”
“Count on it. If we both work on her, she’ll actually let us be friends.”
“Deal.” Sarah waved and rounded the corner smiling.
Lucy shook her head in mock disapproval. “You are such a dog,” she muttered to Emory. “At the office, really?”
“Shut up.”
*
The weather was wonderful on Saturday, and in Emory’s opinion, the zoo was the perfect place to spend the afternoon.
If only she had gotten to go.
“We can wait, push the trip back until late afternoon so you can make it,” Sarah had said over the phone, several hours earlier.
“I don’t know how long this will take. I’m really sorry, but I think you should go ahead without me.”
Silence. Emory could sense the disappointment emanating through the phone, but she was at a loss for how to fix the situation. She felt horrible about having to bow out of what would have been a great time with Sarah and Grace, but truth be told, she saw no other way. An hour before they were supposed to head out for their zoo trip, she’d been sideswiped with a call from the IT department that three separate offices were offline. Dead in the water. While there weren’t many releases scheduled to go out on a weekend, there were a few key clients that would be upset at the drop. She’d have to spend the afternoon smoothing things over personally if they were to have any hope of holding on to the accounts.
“Sarah, say something.”
When she spoke her voice was quiet, excruciatingly polite. “I hope it all works out.”
Damn it. Not that. “Can I come by later and try and make it up to Grace?”
“Sure. I think that would help.” But there was a distance between them that she didn’t quite know what to do with. She briefly considered putting the clients off for a couple of days, but the repercussions would be big. Too big.
And now, some eight hours later, as she stood on Sarah’s doorstep preparing to knock, she didn’t feel much better about things. In fact, she felt worse. She had done the only thing she knew how to do and that was to act. To fix the situation at hand. But each action has a consequence. And her life seemed to have a whole new set of consequences lately.
“Hey,” Sarah said upon opening the door. She leaned against its side and met Emory’s eyes. Her hair was up, but as usual, strands had escaped. She seemed settled in for the night, cozy in the best kind of way. She didn’t offer entrance, which spoke volumes.
“Hi. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry today didn’t work out. I was looking forward to it.”
“I know. I accept your apology.”
Emory shifted. She felt nervous, off-kilter. “Can I explain to Grace?”
“She’s asleep. It’s past ten, Emory. She goes to bed at nine on weekends.”
Emory glanced at her watch as a million more self-recriminations warred inside her head. “Oh, I didn’t realize how late it had gotten.”
Sarah seemed to soften then, and stepped out onto the porch. “She was pretty disappointed you cancelled, but I explained the situation. She’ll be fine.”
“Will you?”
Sarah offered a weak smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes and moved into Emory, wrapping her arms around her. “You were doing your job today. I get that. I just wish it had played out differently.”
Emory didn’t say anything because she didn’t know what to say. Sarah should be angry at her. She should be frustrated. She had been ready for both of those things. But the quiet sadness she was met with was a whole new kind of guilt that Emory felt right in the center of her chest. She’d let them both down and they were accepting it.
How had she let it get to this?
“Everything okay, Sar?” Danny stood in the open doorway of the apartment and regarded them curiously.
Sarah took a step back and turned to him, brightening. “Yes, just fine. Danny, you remember my friend, Emory?”
He smiled. “Definitely. Hi. Good to see you again.”
“You too, Danny.”
He looked to Sarah as if a thought had just occurred to him. “Hey, I can find somewhere else to crash other than the couch if you guys want to hang out.”
“What? No. Emory was just dropping off some paperwork.” Danny looked from Sarah’s empty hands to Emory’s. “But she forgot it in the car.”