open at the collar, he sure didn’t resemble the skinny, clueless kid Frazer had described. Even his glasses looked trendy. “Hey, Garrett! Is it true that you know Klingon?”
He smiled. “Somebody’s been revealing my secrets.”
“It was Frazer.” She returned his smile. “I’m a Trekkie from way back. I’d love to hear you say something.”
“Me, too, dude.” Frazer walked through the door and gave her a warm glance before turning to Garrett. “It’s been a while since you’ve shown off your Klingon chops. But before you launch into it, I wanted to ask Dulcie where the phone is. I meant to snag it earlier and forgot.”
She knew why, too. Kissing had been going on and after that he’d been focused on the upcoming discussion with Tony. “It’s still in my purse. I’ll get it. And FYI, Miranda and Rylan know the situation but Garrett doesn’t.”
Frazer grinned. “Then I’ll be happy to fill him in.”
“Be right back. Then I want to hear some Klingon.” She squeezed Frazer’s arm on the way out, but she was glad to leave him alone with his friends for a few moments. They all had a history she didn’t share and they might appreciate being able to comment on this new development without her in the room.
Walking back to her desk, she reached in the pocket of her purse for the app phone. It wasn’t there so she searched the other pockets. She hadn’t used the app since leaving the Italian restaurant Saturday night. It had to be in there somewhere.
But after she’d emptied the contents onto her desk without finding the phone, she faced the fact that it wasn’t in her purse. It wasn’t on the floor around her desk or lying somewhere between the elevator and her desk. Could it have fallen out during the elevator ride while she was kissing Frazer? She walked to the elevator and pushed the button. The door opened and she scanned the floor. Nothing.
By now she’d been gone long enough that Frazer had to be wondering what had happened to her. She had no choice but to go back to Rylan’s office and tell them she’d lost the phone. How totally embarrassing, but at least it had happened at the end of the testing period instead of in the beginning.
As she walked down the hall, she could hear them all laughing about something. Damn, she wished she hadn’t lost the phone.
Frazer obviously noticed when she walked in empty-handed. Frowning, he rose to his feet. “Couldn’t find it?”
“Nope. It’s not in my purse.”
“Did you check the area around your desk?”
She sighed. “Yes. I even checked the inside of the elevator in case it had dropped out there.”
An emotion that could be guilt flickered in his eyes as if he might be thinking of that kiss in the elevator. “Okay, let’s retrace your steps. Are you sure you put it in your purse at the restaurant?”
“Yes. But we should call there.”
“And the golf course.”
She nodded. The first time they’d played she’d had him lock her purse and the phone in the trunk of his car, but on Saturday night they’d walked there so she’d had to carry her purse over her shoulder. They’d traded off holding it during the game. She would have heard the phone fall, wouldn’t she?
“Don’t sweat it,” Garrett said. “We’ll load the app on another phone. If someone finds it they won’t be able to get into it, anyway.”
Frazer’s jaw was tight. “Even so, I’d like to find it.” He glanced at Dulcie. “I’ll call the restaurant while you call the golf course.”
“Okay.” She hurriedly left the room and went back to retrieve her regular phone where the golf course number was stored. Nobody had turned in a phone but they promised to let her know if anyone did.
When she went back to Rylan’s office, Frazer was pacing in front of the desk and not responding to his friends’ assurances that the phone didn’t matter. Obviously it hadn’t been turned in at the restaurant, either. Worst of all, Frazer wouldn’t meet her
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