AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Would that be so bad? You’ve worked for Spotlight several years. Maybe it’s time to move on.”
“If I take the job, then my salary and bonuses increase.”
“Is it about the money? What’s more important to you? Austin or your career?”
“Austin, of course. I don’t want to lose him, but it seems all we do is fight lately.”
“He loves you, and he’s afraid to lose you.”
“He wouldn’t lose me.”
“Not in theory, but physically, you would not be with him. I see how you two are together. He loves you deeply.”
“For the first time in a long time, I don’t know what to do.”
“Take some time and think about what you want and what’s important.”
“Thank you, Antonio. You’re very wise.”
“I wasn’t always a driver. I used to be a psychologist.”
“Really? Why did you leave?”
“I got burnt out. I wanted something less mentally fatiguing.”
“I’m not sure driving in Los Angeles is less mentally fatiguing.”
“With some of the patients I had, I assure you it is.”
He pulled into Austin’s driveway and let me off at the door. I hugged him as I stepped out.
“Hear him out and work the problem together,” Antonio said.
“I will. Thank you.”
I called for Austin when I entered and got no response. I knew he was home since his car was in the driveway. I put my purse down and began to hunt the house for him, finding him sitting by the pool. Three empty beer bottles were next to him on the ground, and he was sipping a fourth.
“Well, well, look who’s home.”
“You’re drinking?” I asked.
“My, aren’t we observant.”
“We should talk.”
Austin waved his hand as if to dismiss me. “What’s to talk about? Your mind is made up. Have fun in New York.”
“My mind isn’t made up. I have options.”
I sat down on a chaise next to him and reached out to touch his arm. He flinched and pulled away as if I burned him, spilling beer on my skirt.
“You’re not ready to talk. You’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk. I have a pretty good buzz going on though.”
“Then we can talk when you don’t have a buzz. I’m going to change.”
I got up, and Austin grabbed me by my wrist, squeezing too hard and pulling me on his lap. “Oww, you’re hurting me. Let go.”
