Page 5 of Breakaway

“I’ll be seeing you.” His soft murmur goes straight through me; the back of my neck feels hot. Without another glance, I close the car door and hurry into the building.

Once I hear Travis’s voice through the intercom, I relax. Everything that happened tonight stops mattering. A familiarcomfort blankets me, and I feel at ease. I have no idea why I reacted to Roman the way I did, but if there’s one thing I’m certain of, it’s that Travis makes me feel good. Whatever happened at the club is meaningless.

It’s nothing.

1 ??????. — Okay.

2 ??????? — Thank you

Chapter 2

The Wrong Person

NEVAEH

Now

Sitting on the couch,I stretch my legs out in front of me, feeling exhausted. I had the day from hell at the magazine, and I have no desire to move, not even a finger. The slapping sound of Happy’s paws reaches my ears, and a second later I lock eyes with Travis’s dog.

I pat the couch. “Come on, Happy. Come here, sit with me.”

The French bulldog slowly walks closer and jumps on the couch. Huffing, he turns around several times before he finally settles down beside me with his head on my lap. I sigh and close my eyes, gently petting his slick, sandy-colored fur. It calms me down, and I even start to smile. Although I like all pets, I’ve always been more of a cat person, but this dog and Angie’s Doberman really make me reconsider.

Pets keep me company and don’t ask questions when I don’t want to talk about the things that are bothering me. Like right now, for example. I’m dreading the moment Travis gets home from work. He saw me crying in the elevator when weaccidentally met in the office today. He’ll want to know what happened, but unfortunately, I don’t have an answer for him.

Lately, everything feels off.

My phone dings with an incoming message, and I grab it from the couch. I check my notifications and smile involuntarily when I see my best friend’s name.

Angie:

Saw your Stories. Why were you crying?

Me:

Stupid drama at work. I was just angry because things weren’t going my way.

Angie:

That’s like a default state for you these days. What’s wrong?

Angie:

and don’t even think about giving me that “everything is fine” bs

Me:

I don’t know. Nothing seems to make me happy right now. I got the promotion at work but can’t find it in me to be excited about it. Things with Travis are fine but…I feel weird

Angie:

I think I chose the worst time ever to go to France with Drake

Me:

You chose the best time ever. You already started showing, there’s no way you could’ve hidden your baby bump much longer. You don’t want Drake to find out before the trip

Angie:

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