I miss his kisses and his jokes and the pillow talk.
I miss spooning with him.
And a good cry is all I can imagine doing.
But I’m in the middle of a work day. And Jared drove us here, which means my car is still at the office.
I text Mia I’m taking a long lunch, and then I crawl into bed and give my heart what it’s begging for.
I cry.
* * *
Ping!
I peek my head out from under the covers.
Sunshine is streaming into the bedroom, the opposite of how I feel.
Ping!
I reach out and feel around for my phone, answering it without checking who it is.
“Hey!” Haley says. “Where are you?”
“At home. I…fell asleep.”
“Are you sick?” Her peppy tone turns to concern.
“Not physically.”
“Honey, what’s wrong? You sound terrible.”
I sit up and try to sound perkier when I say, “I’m okay. Jared…moved out.”
“What?!”
“It’s for the best, really. I’m…” I realize I can’t tell her about my potential job interview before I inform Mia, so I shut my mouth.
“Come back to the office, and we’ll get drinks after we finish for the day.”
“I’m on my way.”
* * *
“I would hate to lose you.” Mia leans back in her office chair. “You’re the perfect fit for our company.”
“I love it here too,” I say. “This company in New Orleans is one I’ve had my eye on for years, and I never thought I’d have a chance in hell of working for them.”
“I understand. You should follow your heart.”
Follow your heart.
Those three words haunt me as I leave her office with the promise to keep her up to date on my situation.
Up until a few weeks ago, following my heart would have meant staying in New Orleans and trying to get in with the best company possible in the city.
But moving to Montana—and accidentally living with Jared—has changed things.
