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“Of course, Miss…?”
“Kira. My name is Kira.”
“Happy to help, then.”
I smile and skitter out of the room as fast as possible.
He must have left a note, right? Something to say goodbye?
The Wi-Fi is back on. No email or text. Surely, there’s something somewhere.
However, after checking the kitchen, his room, my room, every other fucking room, it becomes very clear that Orlie did not leave a note for me. He relied on Gerald to tell me the sad truth.
I’ve been abandoned in a cabin in the mountains by Orlie Wynters.
This is just rich. Fucking rich. Somehow, after a week of ridiculous bliss together, he’s managed to live down to all my expectations. He’s cold, heartless, thoughtless, and selfish.
The only reasonIpulled away was because I knew it was either him or me who would do it first. I wasn’t going to let him break my heart. And surely my pulling away didn’t break his heart, only shuffled his timeline around.
God forbid someone get in the way of a businessman’s timeline.
I know I’m being unreasonable right now, and that I was being difficult, letting him know I wasn’t happy around him, but I didn’t deserve being left like this. Did I?
After searching for a note that isn’t there, I go outside and take a deep breath. Smells amazing out. Everything is green and wet, ready for summer to burst into life.
The only thing bursting from me, though, is a torrent of tears.
I takea drive down the new bridge, which still scares the shit out of me. It might not be creaky and wooden, but it was built in a matter of, what, hours? That doesn’t seem reasonable. My head is spinning.
I could go back home, take the long drive, forgo the vacation altogether.
Or I could do what I came here to do. Work and be alone.
Orlie being here was a fluke. He wasn’t supposed to get in the way. I have three more weeks to fix all this and I intend to use them.
I go back to the roadside store, pick up more food and ingredients, no longer relying on three-course meals every night cooked by Orlie Fucking Wynters. I let myself have this second chance.
I will treat this last week with Orlie as some sort of fever dream. I will never think of it or speak of it ever again if I can help it. And I can.
I’m Kira fucking Solace, dammit. I’m the star employee of Wynters Group. And nothing is going to interfere with that. Not even a fever dream.
12
ORLIE
There’sa knock on my office door. I lift my head and smile at my confused father. “Hey, Dad.”
“What are you doing here? I thought you were taking a vacation. A long one.”
I shake my head. “Had enough. Wanted to get back to the business.”
Dad looks at me dumbfounded while I get up and fetch some documents from my office printer. Things I need for my impromptu presentations to our executives about the direction I want to take over the next ten years.
“You’ve rarely taken vacations during your tenure as CEO. Why should I set that precedent?” I say, shuffling the documents through my hands.
“Oh, Orlie, I don’t want that life for you. Things are changing, you know?”
I laugh. “Have you gone soft? What happened to the dusk ‘til dawn grind of Trevor Wynters?”
