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Because maybe this was fate giving us a second chance.
A do-over.
Not that he remembers anyway, that’s clear.
I turned the water on in the shower as I let my thoughts wander to two years ago, the day I met Nolan.
I’d just gotten out of a relationship with my ex, Vance, who worked for the same company Nolan did, Breisinger Insurance.
It had been a rocky relationship from the start, and I knew he wasn’t going to stick around—after all, he was planning to move if he got his dream job at some accounting firm he’d been hard on since college. Breisinger Insurance was just a pit stop for him. Something to pay the bills until he could squirrel his pennies and get the fuck out of Jasper Springs. I knew that, and it wasn’t like I was after anything serious either. Or at least, that was what I told myself.
But somewhere in my feeble, stupid, romantic brain I thought maybe, just maybe I’d be enough.
I wanted to be enough.
But I wasn’t.
He broke it off with me and no sooner was he packed, blowing dust in my direction. I wasn’t in love with the guy or anything, but it still stung. I’d become used to having another person in my bed, in my space, and suddenly... it was cold.
Lonely.
Breisinger didn’t wait until the ink even dried on Vance’s two weeks notice before they brought in Nolan.
A dark-haired young buck who looked like some cross between Hot Harry Potter from a B-produced porno and your little sister’s math tutor.
Vance left, and there wasn’t even a mourning period. He’d been replaced, and it made me feel like I’d been replaced too.
I wanted to hate Nolan Harding. And I did, for a while. I hated his doe-eyed face, his nitpicking, his refusal to talk or gossip with anyone, especially me.
His little snide comments he thought I didn’t hear in passing when we’d see each other on the job.
But I was starting to realize that perhaps there was more to Nolan than I’d thought, and maybe I didn’t actually hate the guy.
Maybe I was actually starting to... like him.
I jumped in the shower immediately upon that thought, needing the cold water to wash away my thoughts and feelings.
One thing at a time.
CHAPTER 10
Dawson
After a long day of calls, I was practically butter in the shower. I wasn’t sure why I was so nervous.
It wasn’t like I’d never been on a date, and I certainly knew how to show a guy a good time. Yet, I found myself distracted now that I was done for the day and the hours were dwindling closer until I’d have to pick up Nolan and whisk him away to reap the reward of his winnings.
Hey…
I almost couldn’t believe the text that had come through from Nolan—who I affectionately had listed in my phone as Fucking Asshole—and I did a double take.
Nolan never texted me. If he needed to reach me about anything, he usually called, albeit most of those calls where always when I was in the middle of something, so this was new.
Heyyyyy, I texted back if only to be an asshole myself and be sarcastic. Where’s the fire? I asked cheekily.
There is no fire.
I rolled my eyes, clearly Fucking Asshole’s sense of humor was hit or miss.
