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“You really think I’d be good as the marketing director?” she asked when she parked the boat out in the middle of the lake.
What kind of question was that? Of course I did.
I opened my eyes and found her sitting next to me. She bit her lip and looked uncharacteristically nervous.
I grabbed her hand and brought the back of it up to my lips. “Yes. You’d be amazing at it.”
“Declan asked if I have an answer.”
I pulled her into my lap and cupped her face. “Why don’t you want it?”
She laced her hands behind my head. “I told you what happened the last time I had a high-pressure job. Not all of us want to be successful. Some of us just want to enjoy life.”
I frowned at that. “What happened?”
“I told you, I had a mental breakdown.”
“No. What happened?”
She sighed. “My boss constantly disrespected me. She’d say one thing, and then I’d do it, and I’d get ‘this isn’t what we talked about.’ It felt like nothing I did was good enough. I was never good enough. I messed up on a project and got my ass handed to me. I ended up breaking down in tears at my desk and quit on the spot. I spent days depressed alone in my bed.”
I rubbed my thumb across her cheek. My heart ached at the distraught look on her face. “Sweet thing, has Dec ever done that?”
“Well, no…”
“Do you like working for the brewery?”
“Yes, of course. I love it.”
“It sounds like you have your answer, then.”
She furrowed her brow. “I do?”
“You’ll be awesome as the marketing director for the brewery. Declan trusts all your wacky ideas.”
She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. “My ideas aren’t wacky!”
I grinned.
She slapped my arm. “You did that on purpose!”
I grinned again and brought her down for a kiss. She sighed into it, and I pulled back when I realized that cloud of sadness had come over her again. “What’s wrong?”
She leaned her head into the crook of my neck. “We go home soon.”
“I know.”
“I kinda don’t want to. I wish we could stay here in this bubble together.”
“Gemma, baby…”
She looked up at me. “What?”
“I—”
She hopped off me. “I know. You can’t. I get it. It’s fine.”
It wasn’t fine. Neither of us wanted this to end, but it had to.
