All I can do is nod. My chest gets so warm I can hardly breathe.
He’s going to text me…
He takes another step back before turning around, and walking away. With his shoulders hunched to keep the cold air out, I watch until he disappears.
Holy shit. He’s going to text me. I can only hope the third time will be a charm and not my undoing.
Chapter Forty-Nine
Austen
Of all the people in this gigantic city, what are the odds I’d run into Cameron today, at this festival?
In my life, apparently pretty high. I can’t help but feel like no matter how far away we are, the universe keeps drawing us back together.
I’d been hurt when he stopped calling, but I understood. As much as I wanted to continue seeing his name pop up on the screen, I knew it wasn’t fair to either of us.
I might not have loved Savannah like I thought I did, but that doesn’t mean my divorce was easy. It was an end to a huge chapter of my life. Was I crazy for moving and trying to startfresh in another state with a building that was as much of a mess as me?Andin the middle of getting divorced? Probably.
I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, especially with the building needing everything under the sun done. The pipes needed to be brought up to code. The ventilation system was outdated as hell.
Thank God for remote IT work, otherwise I’m not sure I would have been able to get it all done in the course of a few months with everything else going on in my life. It’s been chaotic, to say the least.
Which is why I almost decided against coming to this festival today. For starters, it’s cold. Colder than it is back home at this time of year, anyway.
But with my divorce officially behind me, my building mostly up to code, and my apartment established, I felt like maybe, just maybe it was time to breathe. To live a little and enjoy the new possibilities awaiting me in this city.
And then I ran into him. Still as beautiful as ever, by the way. It’s been months, but the moment I looked at him, it was like no time had passed at all. All those memories, the good, the bad, and every one in between came flashing back to me.
Serendipity indeed.
I open the door to Blanecroft Group, heading up to meet with my investor, Tanner. I expected the search to take longer, much like the search for the property itself. But one thing I have come to learn about New Yorkers is they don’t wait on a good thing. They move fast.
I make my way up to Tanner’s office. The meeting is quick, just a few papers to be signed, and copies made, and then we’re shaking hands.
“It’s a pleasure, Mr. Brewer,” he says and I grin genuinely.
“Pleasure is all mine,” I say. “I’ll be in touch soon.”
The minute I’m out of the building, I can’t help but bask in the excitement that today is the best day I’ve had in a long time. In months.
I pull out my phone, letting out a sigh of relief. So many nights I thought about him, searching for the words to say, but never quite knowing how to start or where. And suddenly all those worries, all those fears, dissolved the moment I saw him in the park. He looked happy to see me.
Surprised, but definitely happy.
I tap out three letters, feeling like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
Hey.
Cam’s response comes back almost instantly and I grin.
Hey.
I tap out a response quickly as well.
Are you free tomorrow night?
I watch as the text bubble disappears a few times before he answers with a simple yes.
