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AVERY

I’ve donea lot of humiliating things in my life, but having the hottest guy I’ve ever seen watch me almost burn his house down while tears streaked down my face might top them all. Dolly and I plop onto my bed—my new, super-soft bed, I might add—after the door is securely closed. Frankly, I’m surprised the mortification hasn’t taken me out yet.

But who cares what Ty Brewster thinks of me? All he is to me is a room until I “get on my feet,” right? I know I should probably still be embarrassed, but somehow I’m not sure I am. Ty handled my little hiccup well. Better than my dad ever did when I made some trivial mistake growing up. Better than any of my exes. He was… calm. No yelling. No accusing. It was unexpected coming from his stoic mug, but refreshing, to say the least.

I lie on my back, staring at the smooth ceiling overhead. Back home, our ceilings were cracked, stained, and muddled with that popcorn texture, and every place I’velived after has been too. It’s nice to live somewhere that feels so… fresh. Even if the arrangement is short-term, the break alone from the high rent of the city is a breath of fresh air. Pulling out my phone, I open my inbox and scroll through today’s emails. I have a few new client interest forms to sort through, which is super exciting. Starting a business is hard. I’m told it’s worth it in the end, but it doesn’t come without challenges. Celebrating every tiny win is the only way to do it. If I don’t, I may go crazy.