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No bike. No Porsche.
No Adam.
And yet all I wanted right now was to see him.
* * *
“How do you afford a place like this?” I dropped my bag and looked around the posh, modern space. Gleaming hardwood floors raced to an all-white kitchen with marble countertops. The living room had a gorgeous fireplace and the view . . . I gasped. The city of Dublin was laid out like a map of intricate beauty before my eyes.
Was I missing something, or was she making a hell of a lot more money at the internship than I was?
I moved away from the window and faced Kate.
“It’s a corporate rental. My dad was worried about me staying in the slums or something, so he hooked me up.” She handed me a glass of red wine and smiled.
“Must be nice. What does your dad do?” I took a sip of the wine, allowing the warmth of the alcohol to settle on my tongue and slide down my throat.
“He owns, like, half of Wall Street.” She laughed. “Kidding.”
Sure she was.
“Thanks again for letting me stay here a few nights.”
“Girl, you can stay here as long as you want. There are two other bedrooms.”
“Are you sure? I can’t afford much.”
She took a sip of her wine and waved a dismissive hand. “I’m not paying for this—why should you?”
Kate motioned for me to follow her to the living room and we took a seat on the large, cream leather couch.
“So, you gonna tell me why you really need a place to stay?”
Inquisitive Kate . . . “Things just weren’t working out where I’ve been staying.” Adam would find out soon about the hotel. He had paid three months up front—in cash—and when I told the concierge I needed to leave, I requested that they directly reimburse him.
I took a large gulp of the wine. “I’m not interested in a job at McGregor, by the way.” It was better to let her and the other interns know, I’d decided. I’d be one less person to worry about. Rick hadn’t been excited to hear that I was dropping out because we were partners, but I reassured him that I would continue to work my ass off to ensure I didn’t spoil his chances.
“I heard, actually. Rick told Narisa and Narisa told me.”
“Oh.”
“Why?” She tucked her long, jeaned legs beneath her as she turned to face me. “When you went to Kentucky this weekend, did you realize you missed it?”
“Um. No, actually.” I’d missed Dublin when I’d been there, in fact, which was sort of crazy.
“Well, I miss New York. Dublin is great and all, and I am head over heels in love with the Irish accent, but I’m a New Yorker through and through.”
“So you don’t want the job then?”
“Nope. I mean, I’d love to be offered it so I have the bragging rights and all . . .” She chuckled.
“Maybe Rick and Narisa will get it, then. They make a cute couple.”
“Lucky Narisa.” She sighed. “How about you? You catch yourself a hot Irish stud yet?”
Ha. If only she knew. “No.”
Another sip of wine was needed. But when I raised the glass to my lips, I realized it was empty. No wonder my insides were feeling so cozy.
