Page 33 of The Forever Rule

Nope. I’m out of options.

Isabella:

As much as I hate to say it, you know there’s one more option.

Me:

I know. I have an interview with them at 3:00.

Isabella:

You didn’t tell me?

I winced knowing that it probably sounded as if I had been hiding things from her, but I had. But there were reasons. Tricky, complicated reasons on more than one level.

Me:

I really hoped not to have to use this last straw.

Isabella:

I see. You’re meeting with them.

Isabella:

I know why you didn’t tell me. And it’s not just because of the obvious reasons. But good luck. Okay? And I’m pretty sure I can kick somebody in the shins if it doesn’t work out.

My lips twitched, a smile nearly covering my face after staring at her words for far too long.

Me:

It’ll be fine. I’m going to make this work.

Isabella:

And if it doesn’t?

Isabella:

Forget that. It’s going to work. I’ll stop being Debbie Downer over here.

Me:

First, you aren’t the only one, as that’s pretty much the only feeling I have right now. My own Debbie Down-ness. Is that a word?

Isabella:

We can make that happen.

Me:

Okay, I have to get ready. I love you. Have fun at work.

Isabella:

You know I won’t. But you’ve got this. I believe in you.

I set my phone aside and went back to my bedroom tosee exactly what suit I should put on. I’d already worn a suit for my first interview, and since I hadn’t even been able to finish the awkward meeting, I figured wearing the same one for this second interview of the day was probably not a good idea.

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