I check flights and hotel accommodation, but I just can’t bring myself to buy a ticket. I’m just not ready yet.
* * *
“How’s the job search going?”Kayla asks. Out of all my friends, Kayla is the most caring, and the least self-centered. Not that Corrie and Gabbie are self-centered. They just seem more preoccupied with their own lives than mine. And when Corrie asks you something, it’s usually because she wants juicy gossip. Regardless, I still love her to death.
“Well, the job at the women’s store fell through,” I tell her. I perk up when I add, “but the Buyer position in Chicago might be up for grabs… they called me in for an interview.”
Corrie is wide-eyed. “Really? But we don’t want you to go to Chicago. We’ll never see you again if you move out there.”
She does have a point. “I know… I probably won’t make it out here much.”
Gabbie smiles at me. “But if it’s what you need to do, Maeve, do it. Don’t let us stop you.”
“Yes, you’ve been through a lot lately,” Kayla chimes in. “And you probably have the urge to start over, but make sure you’re not running away before you make any big moves.”
I ponder her advice. Am I running away? I don’t have time to consider it too long before Corrie is pestering me with more questions.
“So you and Peter are definitely over?”
“Yep.” I bring my cup of tea to my lips. “Definitely.”
“Good,” she says. “Serves the little fucker right.”
“What about Blake?” Corrie wants to know.
I smile. “Blake and I… it’s just fun. We could never…”
“Why not?” Gabbie asks.
“Too much history,” I say. “He lives there. I live here. It would be crazy.”
“So you’re going to jet off all alone to Chicago,” Corrie says. “You better bring your vibrator.”
I shake my head and laugh. But yes, I better. My vibrator, and my memories of Blake.
