Zach made such a big deal over you coming to work here that we’ve been a little curious.”
“I’m not that interesting,” I mutter.
“You are to Zach. He still doesn’t understand why you wouldn’t talk to him or meet him before
that interview.”
I roll my eyes. Clearly, he didn’t understand. The man sent me dozens of gift baskets, flowers, and
makeup. I don’t even remember how to put on makeup. “I had no reason to leave my job.”
“So then, what changed?”
What changed? That’s a loaded question. I lean back, studying the women. They’re obviously
sisters, but Bree has a more laid-back look. Cara’s in leggings and a simple t-shirt, but she makes
them look sexy and high-class somehow. Bree looks like she’s ready to hit the soccer field in her
sweats and long-sleeved T. They’re both curvy like me, but they have a little less going on in the ass
than I do.
“My dog died,” I say. The words still hurt, but not as badly as they did. The weeks since Birdie’s
death have dulled the pain a little. I’m sure it’s healthier, but it’s also a little sad. I don’t want to
forget her.
Their faces turn sympathetic. “I’m so sorry,” Cara says. “That must have been hard.”
“Me too,” echoes Bree. “We haven’t had a pet since we were younger, but I understand how much
a part of the family they can be.”
“She…she was more than that to me. But thank you.” I clear my throat and pick up the garlic bread
again. “Besides, that was just the catalyst. My boss sold his company, and the new owner is a douche
canoe. I didn’t see the point of staying. I liked going to work before that. It was…good there. It was
easy.”
Cara’s brow quirks. “So your easy job got more complicated, so the next logical step for you was
to quit, pack up your whole life, and move?”
I put the bread back on the corner of my otherwise empty plate. Cara makes incredible spaghetti.
“It sounds stupid when you put it like that.”
“Then why did you make that choice? Something was driving you.” How do you explain to
someone this put together that you didn’t fit into your own life anymore? Has she ever felt like that? I
doubt it.
“I…have been living in a bubble for most of my life. I’ve never been on a plane because I never
