Just as I pad down the hallway, I hear Roman speaking to someone in a hushed tone.
I pause, midstride, and lean against the wall. I shouldn’t eavesdrop, but the temptation is too great, especially when I hear who is at the door.
“Tamara, now isn’t a good time.”
“Why not? I know you have the afternoon off.”
“That I do, which is precisely the reason now isn’t a good time. I have errands to run.”
“Maybe I could help?” I almost feel sorry for her. The heart wants what the heart wants, and Tamara can’t help that, regardless of the brush-offs, she wants Roman.
“Thank you, but I’d rather do it alone.”
“Have I done something wrong?” The hurt is clear in her tone.
“No, of course not.” The annoyance is clear in his.
“Then why are you giving me the cold shoulder? I understand you’re emotiona
