Page 47 of Ghost of a Chance
“The baskets hold sixteen people, four in each section and the person managing the balloon in the middle,” he carried on, but Sven couldn’t get past the possibility that Remy was taking someone on a balloon ride with him at sunset.
He tapped the pen on his desk. Maybe it was time he went to an event. It was good for the boss to be able to say he’d participated. Yes, that was the only reason he was going to look at the names on the spreadsheets Remy sent him. No other reason than looking for a space to fill.
He nodded to the empty office, sat forward, dropping the pen to open his calendar. “Can you send me all the dates?” He realized at the silence coming from the other end of the phone that he’d not let Remy finish talking as he’d lost track, something he never did.
“Yes, of course. I’ll do it now.”
“Thank you. I’ll speak to you next week.” Sven hung up and cursed at how flustered he was. “What the fuck is wrong with me?”
His email inbox pinged seconds later, like he knew it would, because Remy was highly efficient, and there was the email with the title “Hot Air Balloon Dates”.
He noticed his fingers shaking as they hovered over the keyboard. He pulled them back and rubbed them together as if they were cold. This wouldn’t do. It really wouldn’t do at all!
He stared at the email for several minutes, then shut it and his calendar. There was no point in inviting trouble in. Things were just fine the way they were.
If it was a hollow thought, then no one else was there to judge.
