Me: See you then.
I set the phone down and stare out the window. The rain continues to come down in buckets.
“You’ll only feel whole and content when you’re there—and that will be your home. That’s where things make sense. That’s where you’re meant to be.”
I march to the table and open my email. My fingers go to the keyboard.
Hi, Dorothy,
Thank you for your email.
While I appreciate you reaching out, I don’t believe Iyala is a good fit for me at this time. I didn’t take this decision lightly. There have been a few opportunities available to me recently that I would like to explore.
I wish you the very best.
Sincerely,
Megan Kramer
I hit send.
And hope I don’t regret it.
CHAPTER 24
Chase
“Slow down,Marshall, or you’ll get a ticket.”
I ease my foot off the accelerator and watch my speedometer fall.If only my anxiousness would fall along with it.
The night is dark, and the rain is unrelenting. My windshield wipers squeak as they struggle to keep up with the onslaught pouring out of the sky. Unfortunately, the weather does nothing for my mood; I’m already irritated.
I’ve never been irritated about going home before. What’s odder is that while I’m frustrated about going home, I want to get there. I wish I were already there. I wish this drive were over.
Megan Kramer is turning out to be a double-edged sword in my life.
Each day that passes, I find myself falling harder for her. I enjoy being with her a little more. When I watch her with Kennedy—cooking together or figuring out how to sew a button on a jacket together—I find myself playing the what-if game.
What if this was a thing? What if Megan stuck around? What if Megan and I gave this a try?
In a vacuum, this would work. I have zero doubts. But I don’t reside in a vacuum.
“It’s been two weeks, Chase. You’re outta your mind,” I groan, the words barely audible over the wipers.
The cab of the truck fills with the sound of my ringing phone. I see it’s Mom and accept the call.
“Hey, Mom. It’s pouring here, so I can’t hear very well.”
“Oh. Do you need to go?”
“Nah, I have a ways to go yet. Talk to me.”Distract me from my thoughts.“How are things with Kate?”
Mom laughs. “They’re good. Her new apartment is darling. Of course, she let me pick out her curtains and some rugs.”
“I bet she did.”
“What does that mean?”
