I rounded up the stairs to go to the office. I knew I’d feel better once I did something manageable, something I could check off a list.
“See,” Josie said, not bothering to lower her voice. “I told you she was awful.”
CHAPTER 16
WORK DIDN’T MAKE ME FEEL better. I was still very unsettled about last night with Hale, and any time Ahren and I fought, it was like I lost my equilibrium. The whole planet was off its axis. Adding Josie’s ridiculous comments to the mix was the cherry on top.
My head was swarming with other people’s words and my own questions, and I was positive the day was going to end up being a waste.
“You know,” Dad said, peeking up from his work. “I got distracted early on, too. It gets easier to manage as the group gets smaller.”
I smiled. Fine, let him think I had a crush. “Sorry, Dad.”
“Not at all. Do you need me to cover your work for you today? Take the afternoon off?”
I straightened my papers. “No, that’s not happening. I’m perfectly capable.”
“I wasn’t doubting you, love. I just—”
“I’ve already taken so much time away from work for this. I don’t want to neglect my duties. I’m fine.”
I didn’t mean to sound so snippy with him.
“All right.” He adjusted his glasses and started reading again. I tried to do the same.
What did Ahren mean, it was more than the date that upset me? I knew why I was mad. And since when had I given him a hard time about Camille? Sure, I didn’t talk to her very much, but that was because we didn’t have a lot in common. I didn’t dislike the girl.
I shook my head, focusing on the papers.
“It would be fine if you needed to clear your head,” Dad offered again. “You could go spend some time with one of the Selected and come back after lunch. Besides, you’ll want to have something to talk about on the Report.”
I felt a flurry of emotions, trying to figure out how I would discuss how exposed I’d felt after my date with Hale . . . or how stunned I felt after my kiss with Kile. Trying to balance the conflicting feelings around those two moments was dizzying without adding anything else.
“I went on a date last night, Dad. Isn’t that enough?”
He swallowed as he thought. “Eventually you need to start alerting us when you have dates. A few pictures from some of them would be good for everyone. And I think you need at least one more date before Friday.”
“Really?” I whined.
“Do something you enjoy. You’re treating it like work.”
“That’s because it is!” I protested with an incredulous laugh.
“It can be fun, Eadlyn. Give it a chance.” He looked at me over his glasses, almost like he was daring me.
“Fine. One date. That’s all you get, old man,” I teased.
He chuckled. “Old man is right.”
Dad went back to his papers, satisfied. I sat there, peeking furtively at him from my desk. He stretched often, rubbing the back of his neck, and even though there weren’t any urgent tasks today, he ran his hands through his hair as if he was troubled.
Now that Hale had put it in my head, I was going to be watching him often.
I decided to make Baden my next target. Maybe Aunt May knew something, because Baden didn’t come in brashly or, conversely, like he was trying to hide. When someone else stole a moment that should have been solely his at the tea party, he didn’t make a fuss. And when I approached him for time alone, he turned the focus back to me.
“You play the piano, right?” Baden asked when I invited him on a date.
“I do. Not as well as my mother, but I’m pretty proficient.”
“I play the guitar. Maybe we could make some music.”
It wasn’t anything I would have thought of. Perhaps music would mean less talking, though, and I was all up for that.
“Sure. I’ll secure the Women’s Room for us.”
“Am I even allowed in there?” he asked skeptically.
“When you’re with me, yes. And I’ll make sure it’s empty. My favorite piano in the palace is there. Do you need a guitar?”
He smirked. “Nah. I brought my own.”
Baden ran a hand over his cropped hair, seeming very relaxed. I was still attempting to come across as distant and impenetrable, but I could tell there were a handful of guys who weren’t bothered by my attitude at all, and Baden was one of them.
“What are the chances of the room being empty now?” he asked.
I smiled at his enthusiasm. “High, actually, but I have work to do.”
He bent down, his eyes devilish. “But don’t you always have work to do? I bet you could stay up till three in the morning if you had to.”
“True, but—”
“And it’ll all still be there when you get back.”
I clasped my hands and considered it. “I’m really not supposed to . . .”
He started chanting slowly. “Skip it, skip it, skip it!”
My lips were pressed together, trying to hide my smile. Really, I ought to tell someone. I was going to have yet another undocumented date . . . but maybe I deserved one more. Next week, I bargained with myself. After this Report, I’ll worry about the cameras.
“Go get your guitar,” I said, caving.
“Two minutes!” He bolted down the hall, and I shook my head. I hoped he wouldn’t tell everyone I was an utter pushover.
I walked to the Women’s Room, expecting to find it empty. Except for Miss Marlee sitting alone in a corner reading, I was right.