Maybe Kenny was right? Maybe he should go back to school, since this second chance, as he’d called it, had just dropped into his lap?Thank you, Dad.
Nick rolled his eyes and blew out a breath. Why was he even thinking about accepting favors from his dad? The man who, probably, was embarrassed of his own son? The man who’d likely never be proud of him.
He put both hands on the steering wheel and squeezed hard.
On the other hand, if he didn’t, he might wake up one day and wonder why he’d ever allowed himself to leave school. Why he’d allowed himself to accept second best for his life. Why he hadn’t just followed the advice of the most successful man he’d ever met.
But why did his family only define success for him in terms of becoming a doctor? He was happy here, doing what he was doing. They just didn’t understand. He really wished they would.
He rubbed the middle of his forehead. The whole thing was exhausting.
He pulled into a parking space outside his apartment building, put the Jeep in park, and turned off the engine, then sat there in the darkness.
If he just tried, he could finally put all the useless insecurity behind him, right? He was tired of the ridiculous waffling back and forth.
He wrinkled up his nose and sighed again. It sounded really dumb, but he missed the guy he used to be. The one who didn’t question himself all the time. The one who easily took action when it came toanythingin life. The one who wasn’t afraid to get to know a nice girl and see where things would take him.
He climbed out of the Jeep and slammed the door. Maybe it was time to readjust his thinking.