James.
The moment I received the text from Becca, my chest squeezed with the idea that something was wrong. We hadn’t spoken in a few days, but that didn’t change the fact that I cared for her. I had been doing exactly what she asked me to do.
I was sorting out the issues with Allison.
Becca had been right when she told me I needed to sort my ex out. Allison had been nothing but a complication for Becca and I. I couldn’t believe it took me being on the verge of losing Becca for good to realize I didn’t want to.
I couldn’t lose her. The thought of it was too much to bear.
Pulling up to the house, I made my way inside and to my office. I had a virtual meeting I was to attend, and only a few minutes to prepare for it.
That was, until I got the text from Evette that the client was going to have to cancel.
“Shit. Of course, they are.”
