Boss Meets Her Match

“A wedding party,” the waitress replied with a smile.

“Aww,” Sadie cooed. “A wedding party.”

“Who has a wedding party at a pizza joint?”

“Indeed,” Sadie said, looking up at the waitress. “Do you know the happy couple?”

The waitress nodded. “Kim and Ben.”

Sadie pushed back her chair and, grabbing her glass of wine, stood. “Hey,” she yelled. She lifted the glass toward the party above. “To Kim and Ben. May all your ever-afters be happy!”

“Seriously?” Lena asked as Sadie sat back down. “Am I going to get all chirpy and goo-gooey if I fall in love?”

“Yes. Yes, you are. And you’ll stop being a grumpy muffin.”

“Grumpy muffin? Oh geez. Next thing I know, you’ll be cutting my food for me.”

“Go out with Eduardo. Maybe you won’t want to stab him in the face. Give him a chance. What’s the worst that can happen?”

Lena shoved a bite of pizza into her mouth to stop the ready retort. She loved Sadie like a sister, but that woman had been on maybe two dates in her life. Wyatt fell out of the sky into her lap. What’s the worst that could happen? “Chad.”

Sadie coughed as she choked on a sip of wine. “Chad. The serial killer! I forgot about him.”

“He wasn’t really a serial killer,” Lena said. “Just creepy.”

“The one who wanted to take all those pictures of you.”

“Dios mío. Remember all the messages he left me once I told him to shove off?”

Sadie leaned forward. “Lena,” she said, imitating a deep male voice, “You’re my soul mate. You and I were written in the stars. You can’t deny fate.”

A shudder ran through Lena’s body. “Stop doing that. You sound just like him. What a pervert.”

Sadie sat back. “Wonder what ever happened to him?” She pulled out her phone. “Want to look him up on the sex offenders list?”

“No!”

“Want to look up Eduardo?”

“No.”

“You sure? I can have Wyatt check him out.”

“And y’all wonder why I don’t want you poking your noses in my love life.”

“You have no love life, Lena. You do nothing but work, go home, order delivery and watch Netflix. If you didn’t meet me for dinner every Wednesday, you’d have no social life either.”

Glancing around for their waitress, Lena held up her wineglass. That hit a little too close to home. Problem with having a best friend is they told you the ugly truth about yourself.

“I know. I’m in a rut.”

“You’re in the Grand Canyon, sister girl.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Tell me one thing you did this week that wasn’t family or work related.”

“I went for a run every other day.”

“That doesn’t count.”

“What do you want me to do? Cook for myself? Get on one of those stupid ass dating sites? Volunteer at some charity? Build a house for Habitat for Humanity?”

Sadie’s teasing smirk faded as she reached out and took Lena’s hands in hers. “I’m not trying to be mean, Lena. I’m sorry. I have no room to talk here. Before Wyatt—”

“Fell into your lap.”

“True. I was in that same rut. Work. Sleep. Work. It’s just that I want you to be happy. And I don’t know how to help you.”

She tightened her fingers against Sadie’s. “You help by being my friend. By kicking my butt when I get whiny.”

“Or pull the princess routine.”

“I’m going to be okay, Sadie. I think I’m at a crossroad. I’ve achieved all the goals I set for myself. Just need to set some new ones.”

“Like telling me about this new client.”

“Oh, you mean Charles Beaumont Matthews the Fifth? Old Virginia money. Trust fund from his grandmother. It’s kind of obvious.”

“Have you met him yet?”

Lena hesitated as their food was delivered. Sadie dived into her pizza like she’d not eaten in a month. She stared at hers, her appetite mostly gone. Pulling a bit of mushroom off, she popped it in her mouth. “Yes. He was obnoxious.”

“Normal people limit of obnoxious or Lena Reyes’s standards?”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying you have a history of judging people—and by people, I mean men—rather harshly.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

“I’m not even talking to you anymore.”

“Jules wants you to help her with a Spanish project for school.”

Lena sighed and took a huge bite of pizza. Sadie knew she couldn’t deny Jules anything. One pleading look from her dark eyes would melt the hardest of hearts.