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“Goodbye, my panic station chicken.”
“Hey,” she said, eyes narrowing. “That was no tic.”
He was chuckling when he ended the call.
Hollyn shook her head and got up to pull her dinner from the oven. She only had a few minutes before she needed to head out. She had two spots to check out tonight. Thursday through Saturday was usually the busiest part of her week, and she wanted to pack in as much as she could.
She’d been looking forward to tonight. There was an eighties drag show that she’d heard great things about, and that was first on her list of stops. But the call with Cal had left a knot in her stomach.
Mainly because he was right. Shehatedwhen he was right.
No matter how awkward it would be to face Jasper again, she couldn’t walk away from something she’d worked so hard to attain. Getting an office at WorkAround had been a huge accomplishment for her. It was one step closer to the kind of life she dreamed of. She didn’t want to have to work from this little kitchen table or, worse, move back to her hometown with her well-intentioned but hovering mother. She liked having a reason to get out of her pajamas in the morning. Ithadfelt like progress.
She straightened her spine like she was doing one of her yoga videos on YouTube and made a vow. Tomorrow she would go back to WorkAround, and she would order her damn decaf from Jasper. If she could eke out an apology, she would. If she couldn’t, she’d deal with him thinking she was rude.
She could do this.
She pulled out her journal while she ate dinner and scrawled a title on a fresh page.Days without a panic attack.She drew square number one and hoped she’d be able to mark an X there tomorrow.
