Work Wife

Five Questions

I paced almost the entire waiting period before boarding and popped that Xanax quickly. I turned my phone off after Chase tried calling me in the taxi ride to see what my emergency was because I couldn't face him yet. I needed to get my thoughts together. I'm humiliated that everyone knows I've been crushing on him and I wasn't ready to face that with him either. I was running. From everything and everyone.

When I land in Denver, I turn my phone on and find a few texts from the group chat checking on me- they probably couldn't find the ceremony location without me physically leading them there. Ainslee worriedly asked if I was really not going to be around for the wedding tomorrow but I know it was just for show. I also see Chase asked me to call him. Short and simple. I had nothing from Logan but he may not have been sure what to say either. We just left us completely up in the air.

I slump down in the seat of my car when I find it in the parking garage and I am in shock that I really boarded a plane and came home. Twenty-four hours ago I was on a yacht, posting romantic photos and now I am back in Denver, not knowing if I have a job or Logan. I second-guessed every step while I walked out of the resort when normally I am so sure. I just knew I couldn't fake it around those girls any longer. If Chase wasn't going to listen to his closest friend's opinions on Ainslee, he sure as shit wouldn't have listened to mine. I didn't want to ruin Chase's wedding day after all and leaving seemed like the only option.

I take a deep breath and turn the key to start my car. I am physically and emotionally exhausted and all I want is to curl up in bed after drinking a bottle of wine.

My thoughts race the whole drive home and I don't even know if I had music on during my half-hour ride. I suddenly end up in my parking space and chastise myself for spacing out while driving. I haul my suitcase from my trunk and trudge toward my door, eager to pull a cork out of my favorite red I have stashed in the kitchen.

When I open my door, I find my kitchen light on and Mina's face pops around the corner. My hand flies to my chest and she has a rolling pin held about her head.

"You scared the shit out of me!" We say at the same time and she lowers her weapon.

"I was bringing in your mail," she says with a dramatic exhale. "I thought you were in Mexico for two more days."

I lug my suitcase through the door and drop onto the couch as I say, "I was supposed to be." I have no idea where to start or if I even want to tell Mina. She has no idea about Chase or any of what has been happening.

"Wedding called off?" She asks with a furrowed brow and she lingers near the couch but doesn't sit down. I flick my tired eyes up at her and reply, "No. I just didn't feel like being there anymore."

"It doesn't seem like you to skip out of an event."

"Trust me, nothing about the past week has seemed like me."

"Do you want me to boogie home or grab wine and gab? What do you need right now?" She asks, straddling the area that separates the kitchen from the living room.

I sigh, I know I need wine and I think I want company.

"Wine. Unless you are busy, I don't want to hold you up," I tell her and she swats her hand at me. She knows where everything is in my kitchen so I let her handle the alcohol while I slip my jacket and shoes off. She comes back with two wine glasses, but one has a much heavier pour.

"Here hun, you look like you need this," she admits while handing me the fuller one. I feel my phone buzz as it rests on my leg and I am shocked to see Logan's name.

Hey, just wanted to make sure you made it back to Denver okay.

If he's checking on me, it must mean I haven't fully pushed him away.