I left a message, though, I didn't say much in the message. I wanted to talk to him face-to face, or at least on the phone when he was on it. It seemed tacky and kind of cowardly to say all of it in another message.
I waited for him to call me back, but he did not before I went to bed. When I got up in the morning, there weren’t any phone calls from him then, either. Of course, my mind considered the worst. He was probably mad at me because I wouldn't let him get two words out the last time. I had just jumped to conclusions and made everything worse.
When he didn't call me for the third day in a row, I started to get a little antsy. I didn't want to just go over to his house, especially knowing that he had a child. I didn't want to be that woman. That crazy woman that couldn't let things go, but I at least wanted to say what I needed to say, for my own mind to settle. I needed to apologize for jumping to conclusions and I needed to ask for his forgiveness. Whether he wanted to give it to me or not was his decision. I can't imagine him being that easy on me, though.
I didn't leave another message because I didn't want there to be a bunch from me. I really hoped that first one would do it, but when he didn’t call back, I had to decide if I wanted to maybe appear crazy by calling him again. Instead, I found out where he was working and decided that maybe I should just stop by his office. Then, we could figure out what to do next.
Going there felt like I was taking a chance. He might not want me to show up. He might not want to see me. Of course, I didn't want to think that was true, but I definitely knew that it was an option. It wasn’t an option that I wanted, but I wouldn’t have blamed him if he wanted to go down that path. I really had been quite horrible to him, considering what I knew now.
I couldn't think about that, though. Instead, I just pushed ahead and hoped that I was making the right decision. I didn't want to give up whatever was going on between us. I felt like it was a good thing and all I had to do was apologize. Was it really that hard?
“Hi, is Frank in?”
“Do you have an appointment?”
Considering that I was talking to his secretary that had his schedule right in front of her, I think she knew that I didn't have an appointment. I wasn't going to let that slow me down, though. It had taken this much to get me to the door. Now, I wasn't going to walk away. Not until I had done what I came here to do.
“I don't, but he'll want to see me.”
I said it with the confidence like I actually knew what I was talking about, when in reality, I really didn't know if he wanted to see me or not. I didn't know if I would want to if I were him. That was really hard to acknowledge.
The short brunette kind of gave me a dirty look, but I stood my ground, and she finally got up and said that she would be back in a moment. Apparently, she didn't want to say anything on the intercom that was right in front of her. I had a feeling it was because she wasn't going to say something very nice about me.
As time ticked by, I was starting to really get nervous. Here I was waiting for him to come out and I had no idea what I was going to be faced with. He was behind her when she came back in. He didn't look mad, but Frank did look like he was a bit confused to see me. I had made myself clear, after all.
I followed him into his office and looked around. It was simple and masculine, just like he was. I also caught a whiff of his cologne when he passed me to shut the door. It brought back powerful memories of our time in bed, and it was really hard for me to focus on what I was actually there for. Instead, I probably stood there like an idiot for a good thirty seconds before I was startled back to the present when he asked me if I wanted to sit down. What must he think of me? I certainly didn't act rational when it had anything to do with Frank.
I sat down and I took a moment to smooth out my skirt. He sat down across from me and his desk was covered in stacks and stacks of papers. From what I could see, each stack of papers had just as many lines and lines of numbers. I really had no idea what he did with all of it, but from the obvious, he was doing quite well for himself.
It made me realize that I was being completely ridiculous, and I was going to waste a good opportunity. When would I ever get another man that I felt the same way about, not to mention such a quality man? Frank was the kind of man that I could depend on and that meant more to me than almost anything else.
“So, what are you doing here, Amber?”
There was a bit of a clip to his tone and I could tell that he wanted me to spit it out. That was a problem, though, getting the courage to do so.
“I just wanted to talk to you about something that came to my attention a few days ago. I was on my way out of town, and I heard about your daughter, Caroline.”
There was a change on his
