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I miss being with him.

But the thought of him eventually walking away makes my stomach twist and roil. If he rejected me—if he decided I was too different, that we weren’t a good fit—it would gut me. But the thought of not being with him...

Closing my eyes, I take a shaky breath. “I’m scared.”

“I know, honey.” He squeezes my hand. “You’re an incredible woman. Trust that he sees that.”

Chapter 39

Cameron

“Have you reviewed Jeff’s social media proposal?”

“Mm-hmm,” I say without looking up from my computer. I’m in the middle of drafting a transition memo, and I don’t want to lose my train of thought.

“You’re taking this weekend off, right?”

I hit save on the document and glance up at Mac, who’s standing in front of my desk. “Why?”

They lift their brows. “Because you should take a break.”

I shrug. “I’ll be fine.”

Mac doesn’t look convinced. “You’ve been working non-stop for two weeks.”

“I need to make sure everything’s in order for the person who takes over as the corporate communications director.” And I’ve had a lot to do leading up to my last day of work in this position.

“Sure, but the rest of the team isn’t going anywhere. The person who fills your spot won’t be working in a vacuum.”

I lean back in my chair. “I still want to make sure it’s an easy transition.”

Mac frowns. “At least get some sleep this weekend.”

“I’ve been sleeping.”

“Not according to the dark circles under your eyes.”

“You saying I look like shit?”

“Yes.”

I sigh. “Fine. I’ll take the weekend off.” Maybe.

Avoiding downtime has become a recent priority. Free time only gives my mind free rein to think about Monica. How’s she doing? What’s she thinking? When’s she coming back? Where do we stand?

It’s exhausting.

I’ve texted her every day since her mother’s surgery, but she’s only responded once in two weeks, letting me know her mother’s recovery is progressing well. I wanted to call her immediately, but given her prolonged silence, I decided it probably wasn’t a good idea.

The other day, desperate for any scrap of information, I finally broke down and texted Hayley, asking whether she’d heard from Monica. She hadn’t, and when she asked how the Coronet Society Dinner had gone, I gave a vague response, then told her I had to run to a meeting.

I was surprised and relieved Monica didn’t tell Hayley about my colossal mistake. I don’t need my best friend chewing me out when I already feel shitty enough about the situation.

“Cameron?”

My heart stops as my gaze whips over to my office door. “Monica?”

“Sorry to interrupt. I can wait out here till you’re done.”

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