Sometimes the risk was worth it.
“Yes,” I replied.
Cole’s answering smile made me believe in second chances.
We made love again, slower this time, trading whispered confessions and promises we might not be able to keep.
At 2 AM, wrapped in hotel sheets and Cole’s arms, I let myself hope.
Maybe this could work.
Maybe three days could turn into more.
Maybe I wasn’t too broken to be loved.
I woke up alone with a note on the pillow.
Breakfast run. Back in 10. Don’t leave. -C
I relaxed, reaching for my phone. Seven messages from Brynn, three from Jess, one from Eli.
Brynn: Did you die? You’re not dead, right? If you’re dead, I’m going to be SO MAD.
Brynn: AUTUMN MARIE. ANSWER YOUR PHONE.
Jess: Brynn’s spiraling. Can you please confirm you’re alive?
Eli: The rescue’s on fire. Metaphorically. Call me.
I called Eli.
“You’re alive!” he cried. “Thank God. Brynn was about to file a missing person’s report.”
“It’s been twelve hours.”
“She’s dramatic. Also invested in your love life. How was the night?”
“Good. Complicated. I’m still processing.”
“Well process faster because we have a problem. The BluePaw Foundation grant moved the site visit up to today. We’ve got six hours.”
My stomach dropped. “What the actual…?”
“I know, and the place is a disaster. Luna’s kennel still smells like pee. The puppy room looks like a tornado hit it, and Garbage somehow got into the office and knocked over an entire filing cabinet.”
“How did he…never mind. I’ll be there as fast as I can.”
“You’re at the hotel?”
“Eli…”
“I’m not judging! I’m celebrating! But also, yes, please come help me because I’m drowning.”
I hung up as Cole walked through the door carrying bags that smelled like bacon and heaven.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“The foundation doing our grant wants a site visit today. My rescue is a disaster. I have to go.”
