Chapter Twenty-Seven
Beth
When I got home Monday, the message on my machine was for a meeting the next day.
Don’t know how he found my number…maybe I was in the phone book.
I called in sick to work and tried to get a good night’s sleep.
At last count, I reached two-hundred forty-seven sheep.
Jacob was outside the building when I arrived, leaning against a pillar by the entrance in sunglasses, a weathered black leather jacket, and his lived-in jeans. The wind tousled his hair and he looked posed for a photo shoot. Clearly living his best life.
“Hello,” I said when I was in earshot.
“I’ll show you the way,” he said, and pushed off the wall.
We took the elevator up several floors, then walked down a hall to a conference room, passing cubicles. Every woman we passed greeted him with a
