eighteen
The next day, Evie had put her head around Oak’s office door. She didn’t even go in, just waited for him to take his eyes from the tablet on his desk.
“Friday work for you?” she asked. “Three o’clock?”
“I’ll make it work,” he said. “Where are we going?”
He didn’t even care where they were going or what they were going to do. “Downstairs to one of your hotel rooms…”
Evie did usually go to Noel’s office, but it didn’t seem fair to take Oak so far away from MatchMate HQ when he had actual work to do. It also meant that if he wanted to leave the session early, he didn’t have to hang around waiting for her to give her a ride back.
Evie didn’t even know what would happen in the session or how long Noel expected Oak to be there and her therapist hadn’t been forthcoming when she ask
