Page 35 of Breakaway


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“Only because I bugged you about where you were living.”

I close the door behind her as she plops down onto the couch.

“Well, surprise. Here it is.”

She looks around the small space. “You know, you could have stayed with me.”

I shake my head. “You and Dax keep saying that.”

“I have more than enough room.”

“I know.” I nod. “But I want a fresh start on my own.”

Erica is one of my closest girlfriends here in Nashville. Nothing like my relationship with Dax, but I love her. She’s a trust-fund baby—her words—and has a townhouse right in the heart of the city. It’s something I wish I could have, but I don’t.

I get a small studio apartment until I can make something of myself.

“You sure? It’s within walking distance to a lot of great places.”

Walking into the kitchen, I grab two bottles of water from the fridge, passing one over to her as I take a seat next to her.

“I’m good. Since I’m not working right now, I don’t need to be in the city.”

“Any luck finding a job?” she asks.

“Not yet.”

“Really? I could try at the boutique.”

I shake my head. “Already called. Too many employees right now.”

“Ugh. I’m sorry, babe.”

“Considering I can’t get a job at my friend’s place of work, I’m not holding out much hope. But I sold the engagement ring from Duncan, and that will help me get by for now."

Erica whistles. “Damn. I didn’t realize he shelled out so much for it.”

I smile at her before gulping down my water. “Yup. Should’ve known when it took up half my finger.”

“At least you can figure out what you want to do until then.”

“I don’t need to figure it out. I already have a plan. Want to see?” I leap up, heading toward the small table.

“Of course you have a plan.” She smiles at me. “What is it?”

“I’m finally going to start my jewelry-making business.”

“You are?”

“It’s slow going,” I tell her, “but I’ll get there.”

“Is that why you haven’t been texting me then?”

“Hey.” I elbow her in the side. “I’ve been busy trying to get the rest of my life started.”

“And you know, running out on your wedding.”

“Best decision ever,” I say. “That and giving up on men.”