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“Good point,” Ella agrees. “At least then you’ll be able to make an informed decision.”
My gaze moves to my best friend who is eerily quiet. “What do you think?”
Her teeth pulling on her bottom lip, she eyes me sullenly. “Girl, I would miss the absolute hell out of you.”
My heart flips in my chest and I nearly burst into tears just thinking about leaving my best friend. “I would miss you too, Corri.”
She grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze. “But on the other hand, like you said, this could be a wonderful opportunity for you and for that reason, you have to do what you have to do. I know I can’t keep you all to myself for the rest of my life and you know I’ve always wanted what’s best for you.”
I nod. “Yeah. I know.”
“Okay. So, if you’re not immediately saying you don’t want the job and you’re not interested, then you owe it to yourself to go visit. You need to talk to Julie about the job. Learn all the facts and then you can make a clearer decision.”
“Yeah. You’re right.” I blow out a deep breath. “Okay. That’s what I’ll do if she’s offering that.”
Glancing down at my phone, I type out one last text to Julie and then pocket my phone so I can enjoy my time with my friends.
Me
Definitely interested in learning more. Will write you later tonight when I’m home to work out an interview/visit.
“What do you think Griffin will say?” Ella asks, grabbing a chip from the basket.
My heart sinks even thinking about it.
“I think he’ll tell me to go because he also wants what’s best for me, even if it means his heart breaks on the inside.”
Corrigan chuckles. “Has he said it yet?”
“Said what?”
“You know, those three little words.”
“Oh, uh…yeah.” I can feel the blush on my cheeks thinking back to that night in his kitchen a few weeks ago. “He told me he loved me.”
“Eeeek!” Ella claps her hands. “And you said it back, yes?”
I nod. “Of course, I did. That man is…everything.”
And now suddenly I don’t know if I can bear the thought of flying across the country from him even if we do vow to make it work.
Maybe my leaving would be a good thing for him.
It gives him the out he could use to divorce me if he wants to.
He could move on.
Find someone with the same kind of family upbringing.
Someone who really knows how it feels to be loved.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Scarlett says, watching me. “And you should cut that shit out right now.”
“What?” I shrug.
“You’re thinking that even though Griffin Ollenberg is the love you’ve been waiting for—the love you fucking deserve—that maybe he would be better off without you.”
Fuck.
