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We climbed into the bed, where I settled myself beneath the blanket while Travis opened his laptop.

“Alright. Look at this,” he urged, turning the computer slightly in my direction.

With my head resting back on my pillow, my eyes went to the screen, and what I saw caught me by surprise. I stared for a long while, trying to discern if what I was seeing was accurate.

I shifted my gaze to my boyfriend’s face. “Are these numbers accurate?”

He nodded slowly, the smile on his face growing. “I was just as shocked as you are when I realized it. Obviously, I knew I was making money, but it didn’t occur to me until this afternoon just how much. I talked to Randy about it, and he was blown away, too.”

“This is excellent, Travis. I’m really happy this is working out for you.”

“I want it to work out for you, too. You hate your job, and this will give you the opportunity to make more money while getting to spend your days with me,” he reasoned. “What could be better than that?”

Travis wasn’t wrong about my job, even if “hate” was a rather strong word for it.

Currently, I worked as an administrative assistant. It wasn’t my dream job, but it paid the bills and gave me some extra every month to save. It offered security, and that was something I liked.

My dream was to become a photographer. I was saving my money every month, so I could take classes to learn all the tricks of the trade. I wasn’t far from making that happen, either. Just a few more months of saving, and I’d finally be able to register.

“It certainly sounds delightful, but you aren’t serious,” I replied.

“I’m dead serious, Indy. I really need the help, especially with handling the books. You’re the only person I know I can trust to not screw me over.”

“What about Randy?” I asked.

“He’s working for me, but I wouldn’t want him handling the business side of this. You’re good at this kind of thing, and you’ll easily make double what you’re making now. Probably more.”

The numbers Travis was showing me were certainly promising, but this was wild. “It’s only been four months,” I noted.

Nodding, he returned, “Exactly. If I’m doing this well just four months in, imagine what it’s going to be a year from now.”

As it turned out, Travis had decided to open his very own cannabis dispensary. It officially opened four months ago, and I did my best to be as supportive of his new business venture as I could.

Based on what I was seeing now, there was no question things were looking promising. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. There weren’t any other dispensaries within a reasonable distance to where we were, so it was likely Travis had nailed down the entire market. Mixing that with his absolute determination, he was bound to be a success.

While I couldn’t deny what was staring me in the face, it still made me feel uneasy. “I don’t know, Travis. The business is still young, and I’m so close to having enough money set aside to take my photography classes. Maybe we should give it some time.”

“Time? Time for what? Are you looking at the same numbers as I am? Indy, I’ll pay for your classes. I just want you to come and work for me. Come on, take a chance for once. I realize this is a big deal for you, but just imagine it. I’m already doing this well on my own. With you by my side, handling the important stuff, the sky’s the limit for us.”

The man certainly knew how to say all the right words. The romantic side of me gobbled that up, but the practical side of me always had to make me see reason. Throughout my life, that was always the side that won. And I couldn’t necessarily be mad about it, because I was comfortable.

Life was good.

Granted, I wasn’t a millionaire, like Travis was claiming we’d soon be, but I was happy. With him, and with my life.

“It’s risky,” I said softly.

His expression softened and turned sympathetic. “I know you feel that way. I understand. But I’m confident this is going to be it for us. Is there something I can do to make you see this isn’t the thing you need to be so cautious about?”

“This really means that much to you?” I asked.

He nodded. “It means everything. I’ve always wanted to give it all to you, and for the first time, I feel like I can. But for me to be the best I can, I need you by my side.”

“It scares me. What if something happens? What if… I don’t know. What if there are a couple of bad months, and we can’t make ends meet?”

He shrugged. “I don’t see that happening, but why don’t we move in together?”

“What?” My eyes widened.

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