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Is he nuts? He must be if he thinks I’ll continue to work here—beside him—after we break things off. They might as well can my ass, because there’s no way in hell I can stay longer now.
“Dr. Merritt—”
“Just hear me out.”
I wait for Drake to continue, and when he doesn’t, I look at him. Lifting a brow, I silently urge him on. Please, let’s hear your suggestion, Dr. Merritt.
Drake frowns and then turns to Sarah. “I would like to talk with Phillip.”
“Who’s Phillip?” I ask.
“The administrator,” he says without looking at me. “Let Abby go, call Phillip, and we’ll discuss my suggestion.”
What I want to say is, what suggestion? But I’m consumed by the fact that he just called me Abby.
Drake hasn’t called me Abby once. Ever.
A sharp pain stabs the center of my chest. I’ve had friends tell me how much love sucks, but I never believed them until now. I guess I always looked at love as a positive thing—two people caring for each other through thick and thin, someone to spend time with and share secrets and dreams with. I never thought much about the other side of love—about what happens when one half of the whole gives up.
Screw falling… I’ve smacked the ground face first.
I love Drake Merritt.
Perfect fucking timing, Abigail.
“Abby?”
I blink up at Sarah. “Yes?”
“I said you can go. Please report to my office at the beginning of your next scheduled shift.”
I should tell her no, that she can fire me right now. Hell, I’ll even make it easy for her and quit. At this point I don’t care if the agency cans me as well. I just want my boring apartment and boring old routine back.
Unfortunately, my feet don’t pay much attention to my head, and instead of saying I quit, I haul ass out the door.
Chapter 13
Abby
I blow a chunk of hair from my eyes and sit back on my haunches, inspecting my work. I’ve spent the last three hours cleaning every square inch of this apartment while I wait for my contact at the agency to return my call. At this time of the evening, I half expect not to hear from her, but when I called in a complete panic, they assured me she would call me back tonight.
Until then, I’ve been doing everything I can to kill time. I’ve scrubbed the bathrooms as well as the kitchen, pulled everything out of the perfectly stocked cabinets only to put it all right back in, and I’ve packed all of my clothes in the hopes that she’ll give me the news I want to hear.
The first hour I was home dragged on. At first, I hoped Drake would barge through my front door to tell me everything I heard come out of his mouth was a complete lie. He would declare his undying love for me and sweep me off my feet, and we’d live happily ever after.
Except those are the very best scenes of fairy tales. This is real life, and no matter how bad I wish Drake to be my prince charming, he’s not.
I haven’t heard a word from him. Not a text or phone call.
The phone rings, and I drop the scrub brush I’m using to clean the baseboards and dart across the room to grab it.
“Hello?”
“Abby, it’s Melanie. I got your message. What’s going on?”
“I need you to get me out of here.”
She laughs. “What are you talking about? Just the other day you begged me to find a way to extend your time in Montana.”
