My Bluegrass Baby (9 page)

That just made me feel worse about the whole dented-skull thing.

Josh refused our help getting into the elevator, saying he would see us at work. Kelsey
snatched the car keys out of my hands and held them out of my reach. “We’re going
to talk and you are really going to listen to me. Because this isn’t coming from Kelsey,
your awesome assistant who knows and sees all, but Kelsey, your friend, who cares
about you as a person and the overall condition of your soul. You are heading down
a very dangerous path, Sadie. If this promotion was the One Ring, you would be Gollum.
If it was a white whale, you would be Ahab. If it was the Iron Throne, I’m pretty
sure you would be a Lannister, and nothing good ever happens to a Lannister.”

“Get to the point, Kels.”

“Look, at first, messing with Captain Cheekbones was fun, but the distraction is starting
to affect our performance at work. And I know you don’t want that. I know Josh can
be annoying and snotty sometimes, but he’s also our potential boss. Or at least, my
potential boss. He could have really hurt himself today, Sadie, whacking his head
like that. And it would have been entirely our fault.”

“I know,” I admitted. “I didn’t mean for him to concuss himself. I just wanted to
scare him a little.”

“Well, cut it out. It used to be fun to come to work, but now it’s just sort of stressful.
I know, deep down, that’s not what you want. You’re both working toward the same goal.
Can’t you just suck it up and act like grown-ups for a little while?”

“I’ll think about it,” I grumbled. “And I do feel bad, Kelsey, really. The way he
dropped like a sack of wet concrete drove home the whole ‘Josh is, in fact, human’
point. That and seeing his apartment building, which was plain sad.”

“An apology, which Josh richly deserves, would be a good place to start.”

I snatched the keys out of her hands. “I said I would think about it.”

•   •   •

Apparently I did not think quickly enough. The next time I saw Josh, he was perfectly
friendly. We swapped objectionable salad ingredients at a working lunch because Josh
couldn’t stand avocado and I hated black olives almost as much as I hated C.J. Rowley.
He even joked with me about the brochure I was printing about the “Unique Museums
of Kentucky.” There was no hint that I’d sent him into the mouth of a dummy-phobe’s
version of hell. And because he was pretending the whole thing had never happened,
I decided to do the same and skip apologizing. I rationalized the potential apology
away as being a painful reminder of Josh’s dummy trauma.

I was aware it was a stretch.

That wasn’t soul-cleansing enough for Kelsey, who enforced her own brand of office
justice the following week. We had stayed late, going over the copy I’d planned to
use on the travel guide sample pages for the state fair campaign. It was good, if
I did say so myself, but a little generic. I needed to hone it to fit with my concept,
which I hadn’t nailed down 100 percent yet. Meanwhile, Kelsey was threatening to nail
my fingers down 100 percent if I didn’t make a damn decision on my opening paragraph.

“Just another hour, Kels, I promise.”

“So you told me,” Kelsey muttered. “About an hour ago.”

“I have peanut butter M&Ms in my office,” I singsonged.

“You’ve had peanut butter M&Ms in your office all this time and didn’t mention it?
You are really pushing it, woman.”

“I’ll go get them.” I sighed, rising from my chair.

“And we’re out of the good red pens,” Kelsey called as I reached the hallway. “While
you’re out there, can you grab another box from the supply closet?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Since the supply closet was all the way at the other end of the office, I stopped
there first. After an incident involving an intern selling our printer cartridges
on eBay, we kept the supply closets locked. Ray, Kelsey, Josh, and I were the only
ones with keys for our department’s supplies. I pulled my key from my jacket pocket,
put it in the lock, and heard, “Hey! Hey! I’m in here!”

“What the— Josh?” I called. “What are you doing in the supply closet?”

I opened the door and
wham
! I was shoved unceremoniously into the darkened closet, stumbling into a bulky figure.

“No!” Josh yelled, bumping me to a wall in his haste to get to the door. “Don’t let
the door close!”

I turned just in time to see Kelsey’s face grinning from the light of the hallway.
“You two have fun!” And then she slammed the door.

Josh battered his fists against the door as I yelled, “Kelsey, what are you doing?”

“You’re taking too long fixing your working relationship with Josh. So I thought I
would help the process along.”

“I told you I would think about it!” I exclaimed.

“Not good enough,” Kelsey yelled. “Work it out.”

“Kelsey, open this damn door, right now!” Josh yelled. “This is illegal and insane!”

“You’ll be fine. There’s water, a bottle of vodka, PB&Js, and some Ho Hos in the top
drawer of the spare filing cabinet.”

I reached behind said five-drawer filing cabinet and flipped the light switch. (Ray
didn’t quite think it through when he moved the cabinet in there.) Blinking rapidly
against the intrusive light, I saw that Josh had tossed off his tie and opened the
top two buttons of his shirt collar. His light blue shirt was damp with sweat. He
tore open the top drawer of the cabinet and rummaged around until he found a large
bottle of water. He glugged down a good portion of it before he came up for air. Which
reminded me: “But what if we have to go to the bathroom?”

“There’s a bucket in the corner,” came her muffled reply.

“I’m going to kill you, Kelsey!”

“No, you aren’t!” she cackled. “You’ll thank me later, I promise. Now, I am wedging
a chair underneath the doorknob. It’s six o’clock. I am going out for a steak and
a very large vodka-based drink. I’ll come back around midnight to check on your progress.
If you two can’t find some common ground and agree to work together like a big boy
and girl, I’ll leave you here overnight.”

“Kelsey!” we cried together, banging our fists against the door.

“What is wrong with you people?” Josh yelled, kicking the metal door. “I just want
to come to work every day. I did not sign on for this! Dummies and getting trapped
in dark rooms with crazy women! I just want to work like a normal person!”

Josh slumped against the door and slid down, coming to rest on the carpet. He looked
up at me, making huge anime eyes that reminded me of a blue-eyed basset hound. “Why
didn’t I just take that nice safe job at that nuclear testing facility in an undisclosed
location? I could have learned to live with the end-of-the-workday strip searches.”

“I take it that you don’t have a cell phone with you?” I asked. He shook his head.
“Me neither. How long have you been in here?”

“Over an hour.” He sighed, drinking more of the water. “Right before quitting time,
Kelsey asked me to help her move a ream of copy paper and next thing I knew,
wham
! I’m in the closet. I guess everybody left for the day without checking the supply
closet to see if their colleagues were being held captive inside.”

“Damn unreasonable of them,” I agreed. “Hey, take it easy on the water. I do not relish
the idea of hearing you pee into a plastic mop bucket.”

I plopped down on a few boxes of copy paper and tried to sit as primly as I could
in a skirt and heels. Josh relinquished the bottle and wiped his sleeve across his
brow. “Sorry, it’s just that I couldn’t find the switch. And I didn’t know any of
Kelsey’s ‘supplies’ were in here. I’ve been sitting in the dark, without any idea
whether I’d be let out.”

“I’m sorry. I knew I shouldn’t have threatened to lock Kelsey in the closet with Charlie.
It gave her ideas. I am a bad influence.”

“Frankly, when I first got shoved in here, I assumed you’d put Kelsey up to it,” he
said, eyeing the vodka bottle with heavy consideration.

“What!” I cried. “That’s mean. My shenanigans are charming and slightly exasperating.
This is like something out of a serial-killer movie. We’re lucky Kelsey isn’t throwing
a lotion bottle at us and screaming about getting the hose again.”

“Your ability to find the silver lining is incredibly disturbing. And need I remind
you that your last ‘shenanigan’ nearly gave me a concussion?” he asked, sternly.

“I didn’t know you were going to faint!” I cried.

“But you knew something was going to happen, otherwise you wouldn’t have ambushed
me like that. Do you have any idea what it was like, being trapped in that place,
trying to put on a brave face for the sake of not humiliating myself in a work situation?”

I pursed my lips, trying to find the right words without incriminating myself, just
in case Kelsey had a camera hidden somewhere. “No. I am sorry. It was wrong to do
that to you and I appreciate that you didn’t go running to Ray to tell on me. Did
you hear that, Kelsey? I said I was sorry!” I yelled, in the hope that she was still
lingering in the hallway. No such luck.

Grumbling, I stood and pulled the vodka out of the cabinet and cracked it open as
Josh said, “I thought at the Derby that we had some sort of moment when you scraped
my frantic ass off the floor and kept me from humiliating myself in front of my psycho
ex. I thought we’d reached a sort of ceasefire.”

I took a long, gulping drink from the vodka bottle. Josh pulled a face. “Good God,
straight from the bottle? Really?”

I gestured to the small space. “Closet.”

He rolled his eyes, but snagged the bottle from me and took his own, much smaller,
dose of vitamin V. Wincing, he practically whispered, “Anyway, we had what I thought
was an important moment, and then you went right back to cold-shouldering me, before
sending me into that hell-den of dummies. I don’t get it.”

And I was suddenly uncomfortable with the emotional and physical proximity in what
felt like a tiny prison cell filled with Hammermill products. Josh sounded genuinely
hurt. I sighed, taking another drink. Fine; if we were going to do this now, trapped
in a supply closet, hovering around a bottle of Stolichnaya, all cards were going
on the table. “I saw you, Josh.”

Josh handed me one of the less squished PB&Js and sat down, cross-legged. “Saw me
what?”

“I saw you right after your little scene, talking to Gina in the hallway, laughing
your ass off. Somehow, you managed to snap right out of your little panic episode
and go back into charming mode with Boobs McGee.” He gave me a look so blank, I wondered
if he’d hit his head again. “Look, we’re competing for a job, and I understand that
we’re in a bit of a theatrical profession, but there’s no reason to play insane mind
games with me. Was that even your ex? Or was it some actress you hired to make me
feel sorry for you?”

“No, I wouldn’t do something like that! That’s almost as creepy and ridiculous as
sending an automatonophobe to a museum packed with ventriloquist dummies!”

Now it was my turn for a blank look.

“It means ‘fear of human figures.’ It’s a real thing!” he exclaimed when I started
to laugh.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t laugh.” I giggled. “But I’m gonna.”

“Jerk.” He tossed a Ho Ho at me. “As far as me recovering too quickly in the hall,
what was I supposed to do when Gina talked to me? Burst into tears right there in
front of her? I sucked it up and put on a brave face. Maybe if your feelings were
hurt or you had a question about the way I was speaking to a coworker—someone who
has treated me considerably better than you have, by the way—you could have brought
it up to me, instead of ignoring me and taking petty dummy-based revenge.”

“Damn it, I wish that didn’t sound so reasonable,” I grumbled, picking at my sandwich.

“And for the record, that
was
my ex, okay? Seeing her really did send me into a tailspin. And apparently sent her
into one too, judging by the e-mails she’s been sending me. She didn’t like that you
called yourself ‘my’ Sadie and keeps writing to make sure we aren’t ‘serious.’ So
thanks for that. Derby Day was the first time I’d seen her since a rather unpleasant
‘No, I didn’t cheat on you, but I am breaking up with you anyway because you’re freaking
crazy’ conversation in which she threw a really heavy brass paperweight at my head.
And seeing her again made me realize a couple of things.”

I slid into a sitting position across from him, taking another drink from the Stoli
bottle. “Wait, wait, is this going to be another woeful story that makes me feel sorry
for you, and then I end up getting pissed at you, bringing out my stabby instincts?”

“First of all, ‘stabby’ isn’t a word,” he told me, pointing a finger in my face. I
batted it out of the way. Why was he touching me so much? Why was I giggling so damn
much? Maybe drinking the vodka wasn’t such a great idea after all.

I handed him the bottle.

“There are other things,” he said, hesitantly. “Things about you that are clearly
very different from Lydia.”

I snorted. “I would hope so.”

“I misjudged you, a couple of times. When I first saw you at the McBrides’, it was
like this instant recognition. I had been so closed off for such a long time, but
you, you looked so open. Even if it meant showing that you were anxious to the point
of throwing up. And I liked that about you, that you were willing to just let those
emotions hang free and you weren’t worried who saw. Smiling and really flirting with
you, instead of ‘being charming because I have to’ flirting? That was more than I’d
been capable of in months, as far as talking to a woman. And then you found out who
I was, and you brought those shields up so quickly. And then you were downright hostile.
I guess I was tired of being jerked around by women who ran hot and cold. And I saw
you as standing between me and the life I was trying to rebuild, which sort of lumped
you together with my ex in my mind. And I may have taken some of that frustration
out on you.”