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He’s the type of guy to see things in black and white, no shades of gray. If you break a rule in one area of work, you might as well have broken them all.
Fabian is known for his high standards. He runs the company by the book. Meanwhile, I just spent a week in Hawaii trying to get comfortable breaking rules.
With a groan, I close Google Meets.
When I stalk past the lamp, my shoulder nudges the shade. Not that it matters. It looks like I won’t be having that critical meeting with Fabian today after all…
Instead, I have to talk to Marissa in the legal department.
That will have to wait, at least for a little while.
I’ve been tossed into a boxing ring with Devina, and I have to at least get my arms up in front of my face. I need to at least try to fend off the next round of punches—which could knock me out for the count.
I’ll hire a lawyer of my own, I think as I pace to the kitchen.
But first, I have to talk to Jack.
Chapter 22
Jack
Today is a great day.
Man, does it feel good to be home, I think, as I cruise down the highway past orange-and-red cliff walls.
The sun’s shining. Nola’s in the backseat with her nose stuck out the open window.
I can see her when I glance in the side mirror. She’s got a big, goofy grin on her lips, and her fur is getting pulled back by the wind.
“You’re going to like her, bud,” I say, “when you meet her.”
The first sights of downtown Moab come into view as I cruise up over a rise. I love my town.
Main Street is busy. When I stop at a red light, Nola barks at an eighteen-wheeler that rolls up beside us.
I give the trucker a wave. He chuckles at Nola’s spunky barking.
When the light turns green, I hit the gas and merge into the left lane. My truck rumbles. This thing’s old, but it’s got horsepower.
There’s a coffee shop up here that whips up good smoothies. I just went for a strenuous ride on my dirt bike and could use a cold drink.
My favorite parking spot is free. “Life is good,” I tell Nola as she jumps onto the console and settles into the front seat.
She wags her tail.
She knows this spot. She likes to watch the dogs who trot through the outdoor seating area with their owners.
I lean across the console to hug her. It was so great to pick her up from my buddy’s house when I got back into town last night.
My high spirits aren’t only because I’m once again cruising with my pup, enjoying the dirt bike ride I just took, or enjoying the blackberry smoothie waiting for me.
I’m this happy because every couple of minutes, I remember.
I flew to Hawaii as a single guy.
I flew home in a relationship.
Man…
