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“I’m not sure it changed really, but after my meeting today, watching everyone work together and how inspired they were to be pursuing their passions, I realized I could have that too. I mean, I do at the magazine,” I quickly corrected. “But I could have more.”
He gazed down at me, his face lit with happiness. And knowing he wanted us to do this together excited me even more.
He flashed a cocky smirk. “You want more lunch dates.”
I grinned. “I definitely want more lunch dates.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Holt
“Hey. It’s me. Please call me back. I need to talk to you.”
Four daysin a row Celia had called. Today was the first message.
My finger hovered over Block Number, but I couldn’t go through with it. Instead, I darkened the screen and dropped my phone back in my pocket.
“Sorry I’m late.” Dad’s face was flushed as he shrugged off his coat.
“Mrs. Quinn wasn’t too keen to say goodbye?”
He cleared his throat and took a seat. “Not really.”
I handed him a soda. “Your other son hasn’t made it yet, either.”
He glanced to the scoreboard hanging above the ice rink. “Still five minutes until puck drop.”
I tossed a piece of popcorn in my mouth. “We could’ve asked the ladies to come.”
“Next time.” He scooped a handful of popcorn out of the bucket. “Feels like we never hang out anymore. Just the guys.”
“Because neither you nor Andrew are as interesting as they are.”
Dad smirked before he pointed at me. “Oh, before I forget. A Rob called me on the way here. He said he was your landlord back in Wyoming.”
Rob? Why would he call Dad?Unease slithered through me. “What did he want?”
“Said he’d been trying to reach you, and I was your emergency contact on the lease. Your rent is due.” Dad sipped his drink as if indifferent, but I felt his tension. “He also wanted to know what to do with your things if you weren’t coming back.”
I sagged and rested my head on the back of the chair. “I’ll call him.”
Had I been in New York four months? That was how long was left on my lease when I took off. The thought never occurred to me I might not go back. Now, I couldn’t imagine it.
“What are you going to tell him?” Dad’s tone was cautious.
“To go ahead and rent it out. I’ll figure out what to do with the stuff.”
He exhaled in relief. “Want me to go with you to pick it up?”
I took a pull off my soda. “Me and you? A cross-country trip?”
“Might be fun.” He shrugged. “Or you could take Baker.”
“Sorry I’m late.” Andrew waded through the aisle and dropped down in the seat next to Dad.
“I’ve already heard that once tonight,” I said with a wry look up at the ceiling.
“One minute to spare.” I passed him a soda, and he accepted. “Thanks.”
