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There is way more attention on me than is comfortable, and I feel my shield of anger cracking. I want to be pissed at Alanna, but how can I be? I’m basically asking her to uproot her comfortable city life to start a life with me in this small town inthe middle of nowhere. I’m not the one giving up a damn thing, but she’d be moving away from all her friends and everything familiar to her.
“Here’s two cinnamon rolls,” Ivy says, handing me a bag. “On the house as long as you understand what you’re supposed to do with that second one.”
“Do you want me to spell it out for you?” Agnes asks, adjusting her purple rimmed glasses. Are those tinycockson the chain? I rub the sleep from my eyes, but the charms still look the same.
“I’m good,” I tell them.
“You’re sure?” Dash asks, still smiling despite his obvious concern for me. After I fix this with Alanna, I’m going to get to the bottom of what’s made him so damn cheerful. Make sure the man doesn’t need to see a doctor or something.
“I’m sure.”
“Then hurry your ass up,” Ivy insists. “Fred will be at the lodge with the shuttle van any minute.”
Shit.
I grab the back and rush out the door, sprinting for my truck.
I don’t know what I’m going to say to Alanna. I still don’t know how we make this work. The only thing Idoknow is that I’m done being an idiot. I will do whatever it takes to figure this out with the woman I love more than life itself.
Chapter Thirteen
Alanna
I skim my resignation letter one last time, my mouse hovering over thesendbutton. I wish I could punch it with my index finger. That would be more satisfying than an anti-climactic click of the mouse. But either way, I’m done working for Tyler Duncan. And I’ve blind copied HR in case he decides to conveniently ignore my email.
There’s a knock at my door, and I call to the knocker to come in.
“What are you doing?” Erin asks, her tone light and curious. I do a quick scan of my bestie, and I’m certain something is…different about her. But different in a good way. Like maybe she spent the entire weekend lost in her kindle and collected a dozen new book boyfriends who made her forget all about Chad.
But it’s the glow on her face that gives her away.
It’s more.
“You’re feeling better?” I ask her, fishing for more information about this new glow.
“Yes. Now answer my question,” Erin insists, glancing at the open suitcase on my bed.
I still have to finish packing, but I refuse to leave Cinnamon Creek without making at least one bold move.
So I clicksend.
I release a sigh of utter relief.
“I just quit my job.”
“You did?” Erin’s expression is a mixture of shock and glee.
“Tyler’s marrying Cindy in accounting. The asshat thought I’d be willing to help plan the wedding.”
“What a douche canoe,” Erin says, taking a seat on the edge of my bed. She pushes at the suitcase to make room. “For the record, I never liked that guy.”
“But you let me talk about him forever.”
“Because I’m your best friend. That’s what besties do.”
“Sorry I’m running a few minutes late.” I close my laptop and stuff it into its case. “I just had to do that before we left.”
“I’m not leaving.”
