She hadn’t talked to Kyle since Monday night. Tuesday she’d sent him an e-mail instructing him to e-mail her with the time and place of his rendezvous. She hadn’t heard from him on that, either. He was going to back out. She knew it. Heh. She’d win. The next challenge would be hers all over again, and this time . . . well, she wouldn’t pick something involving another woman. She celebrated her soon-to-be victory by inviting Lydia to lunch. Okay, it wasn’t a celebration. She’d put off talking to Lydia all week. What would Ernie have done, if Lydia had told him at all? Should she tell HR? What if something happened to Lydia, and Josie hadn’t told anyone? What if she told, and Lydia had a nervous breakdown because everyone suddenly knew her secret? Being a boss was a bit like being a priest. You didn’t tell unless your employee said you could. God. Too many decisions. For a brief moment that morning, she considered asking Kyle.
