Page 78 of Mistletoe Missus
Tinsley
“Do you have the schedule?” I asked Holly.
She replied, “Check.”
“The contract?” I asked and peered into the back seat of her car with a frown on my face. “Because I think I forgot to grab that.”
“Double check.”
“Okay, good.” I sighed with relief and smiled over at her. “What would I do without you, Holly?”
“Panic?” Holly questioned as she pulled into a parking garage and found a space on the first floor. “Throw up and never leave your place again?”
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” I huffed and gently pushed against her shoulder.
Holly laughed.
“I’m not. Face it...” Holly said with a shrug and put the vehicle into park. “You’d be a mess without me.”
I would. I truly would be a hot freaking disaster without my best friend. Especially after everything Mitt had put me through.
All I had wanted to do was curl up in bed and not face my new reality—a world without Mitt Morgan, a grumpy man who had grown on me, and I had been stupid enough to let him. Ihad been in shambles, crying nonstop with puffy eyes and eating tons of mint chocolate chip ice cream until Holly came and rescued me. She had pulled me off the couch and got my ass back into gear. She reminded me of the bad bitch I was, and that I had a job to do. I had a business to run, and I couldn’t throw my career away because one man didn’t want me. Mitt never loved me because his stony heart was incapable of affection. He lacked devotion; he was an asshole, a no good rotten to the core husband, and I deserved much better.
There were plenty of snowflakes swirling in the sky, and the perfect one was out there for me. I’d have to wait until he landed on my nose and melted for me. I’d have to hang on until he found me.
Yet, as I climbed out of Holly’s car and we discussed our next business meeting, pain seared through me. Everywhere hurt no matter where I went or what I did, I still missed Mitt. Despite everything he had done to me, I wanted him back. He had hurt me worse than Beau, but I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
I shook my head and pushed Mitt from my mind because I had to focus. My company was of utmost importance and there was a schedule to follow. At least I had work to distract myself from the constant reminder of everything I had lost. I’d move forward, but I was afraid I’d never move on because if Mitt’s child grew in my womb, there would be a permanent sliver gone from my heart forever. A missing piece that only he could fit back together because his love was what I needed, and our child would need him, too.
I stopped walking.
I sighed, “Oh, shit.”
Holly glanced over at me. “What?”
“I forgot my purse,” I heaved with frustration and rubbed my forehead. “Give me the keys.”
“But the appointment...” Holly said with urgency. “We’ll be late.”
“Go on without me. You’ve got this. I can’t leave my purse in your car...” I admitted and shrugged with dismay. “Someone could break in.”
“Okay. Fine,” Holly huffed with agreement and handed me the keys to her car.
“Of all the times to forget... Why today?” I asked out loud and spun around.
I retraced my steps back toward Holly’s car.
“Don’t leave my keys in the car,” Holly’s voice echoed in the parking garage.
I giggled.
“I won’t!” I hollered back. “I cross my heart and hope to die.”
I heard Holly’s laugher as I kept moving past parked cars and hated myself for letting Mitt interfere. This was about me and my job, not about a man who had deceived me and left me all alone. He couldn’t care less if I succeeded, and I couldn’t let him bring me down anymore.
I was over Mitt Morgan. Done with his evil bitterness and calculated ways. He was darkness, and I was light, two opposites never to work. He had a brand new bitch at his side now, anyway.
“Bastard,” I grumbled as I saw the car and secretly thanked Holly for finding a spot closer to the street.
