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“It is. But as we were talking, it made me realize how much I’m enjoying the human-interest stories we’re working on. Bringing to light discoveries and plights that don’t get the attention they deserve.”

“Stories of the heart are small potatoes compared to where you want to be, documenting wars and world events.” They weren’t small to him, but in a selfish world divided by political, social, and economic wars, they were seen as small by many.

“I know, but there’s a lot to think about. They asked me about my goals and aspirations, and I think I handled it okay. That’s always such a hard question, because I want to show I’m driven without making them think I’m looking for instant growth.”

“I’m sure you did fine. What did you tell them?”

“Basically the same things I told you. That I’m striving to become a well-respected journalist, and I know I have to pay my dues and earn the respect of the public, but I’m passionate about what I do and confident in my abilities.”

Flynn listened with admiration and knew her interviewers had probably done the same. “That’s a perfect answer. How do you feel about the interview?”

“It was intense, like they were assessing every answer I gave them.”

“That’s good. That means they were interested.”

“They’re definitely interested.” She sipped her champagne, her gaze shifting nervously to the water, then back to him. “They said I’m their top candidate. They want me to go to LA a week from Monday for a site visit to meet the rest of the staff.”

The weight of his emotions bore down on him, but he was determined not to let them show. “That’s fantastic, babe.”

“You think so?” she asked tentatively. “If I get the job, I’d be thousands of miles away.”

“There’s no if about it. You’re going to get this job.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do, because I believe in you in the same way I believe in us.” He took her hand in his. “It doesn’t matter how many miles life puts between us, or the obstacles we have to overcome. A connection like ours is one in a million. I have no doubt we can get through anything.”

Warmth pushed away the worry in her eyes. “You always make me believe everything is going to work out the way it should.”

“Well, a wise woman did once tell me I was a know-it-all.” He leaned in for a kiss and picked up his champagne, holding it up in a toast. “Here’s to you, my beautiful Steele, changing the world one headline at a time.” As they clinked glasses and drank to Sutton’s success, he tried to ignore the ache of longing that was already taking hold.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

SUTTON SMILED AT the couple stepping into the posh hotel elevator.

They didn’t return the eye contact.

She was starting to wonder if she’d become invisible in the last twenty-four hours, or if not noticing other human beings was a West Coast thing. She’d first noticed her new invisibility cloak when she’d arrived in LA last night for this morning’s site visit with GNN. Nobody had made eye contact with her in the airport, on the sidewalk, in the coffee shop, or just about anywhere else. She was either invisible outside of the meeting with GNN, or she was so mentally and emotionally exhausted, she was sporting a serious resting bitch face and people were keeping their distance.

That could be it.

Especially tonight. The last week and a half had been a roller coaster of the highest highs with Flynn, personally and professionally, and gut-wrenching anxiety about the site visit. On the heels of that, she’d thought the site visit would take an hour or two, but she’d been at GNN all day and had walked out with an offer in hand.

An offer for an amazing job she wasn’t even sure she wanted.

The elevator doors opened on her floor, and she headed down the hall to her room. Her phone rang as she opened the door. She dug her phone out of her tote bag and saw her grandmother’s name on the screen. Anxiety prickled her skin. Fake it until you make it.

Mustering her best positive attitude, she answered the call as she toed off her heels. “Hi, Gram.”

“Hi, honey. I couldn’t wait any longer to call. I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“You’re not. I just got back to my hotel.” She walked over to the windows and gazed out at the traffic below.

“How did it go?”

“It was great. The offices are gorgeous, and everyone’s really nice. I had lunch with the woman I’d be working for, and I can tell she’s tough, but that’s okay.”

“You’ve been around tough people your whole life. You can handle her, unless she’s witchy.”