I reach the pavement and try the number again... Nothing.
Remembering her Instagram page, I take a look. Images of what look like Austin, Texas, pop up.
I walk back into the building, and I go to the old Jaguar convertible. I then realize the Jag is hardly the best long-distance car.
She does, however, have class.
I look down, and I’m hardly dressed for a huge road trip, either.
An expensive navy suit tailored in Saville Row, London. An old English sports car that is classy but likely impossible to fix in some remote town.
“Screw it,” I say, climbing in next to the stack of movie screenplays needing to be read.
I pull on my Ray-Bans and gun the powerful engine. I race through the car park, and the tires screech and echo.
I look for an opening in the NYC cabs, and I drop the clutch. The Jag’s engine roars, and the tires bite hard. I do a fast one-eighty and streak out of Manhattan. As I head out of New York City, I point the Jag south.
I have no idea exactly what to say, and all I have is this. “I love you. I can’t live without you, and you’re mine. All fucking mine.”
As the wind blows my hair, I streak down the freeway like a bullet. I realize a road trip is likely what I need. To clear my head and feed myspirit.
I have worked like a bastard for well over a decade in media and entertainment. It istime for me.
As I think of Sam and wonder what to say, I realize.
I realize I have hours to work out what to say, and if needed, I’ll drop to a knee, again.She is mine, and I will get her back!
One way or another.
42
SAMANTHA
Things are moving fast, and I am desperately trying to move on. Even if I miss him and hate him at the same time, his messages are less than horrible.
I just know we are not suitable, and he does not need meenough.
If he did, he would have made a real effort and come and claimed me.
My rented apartment in Austin is cute. The super cool commercial kitchen also rocks. Being a complete lunatic and needing to stay busy, I slam into meal production.
I spend more of Harry’s money, and I put it, and my time, to good use.
Things are coming together faster than I imagined, and for the first time in a really long time, I have flow. Maybe he and I were not supposed to be together.
To love.
To marry.
To have kids.
Maybe my role in life is to simply help others.
I pitch three large veteran and adoption agency locations the idea to provide them with healthy affordable meal models and the recipes, and they are receptive.
I tell them my aim, and they agree to receive free sample meals to consider. I then start cooking, packaging, and dropping them off.
After the first few days, one veteran assistance location locks.
