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Cursing me out under his breath, he swipes up his box of shit and leaves.
Good fucking riddance.
I follow him out for good measure and slam the office front doors behind him.
A small chuckle slips out from behind me, and I spin back.
“I can almost taste those margaritas.” Serelle shakes her head and wanders back to her office.
Chapter 40
LAWSON
It’s been thirteen days since I quit Serenity House, and not only have I not heard back from any of my twelve job applications thus far, I also haven’t heard a word from Carlie. I scroll through each application, double-checking their status.
No change.
Not one application has moved forward.
To add insult to injury, the letter confirming my lease on my apartment is expiring in four weeks, requiring me to re-sign, sits on the coffee table, mocking me with its crispness and neat type.
Fuck my life.
I’m officially at rock bottom. At the ripe old age of thirty-eight. I think I may be having my midlife crisis a smidge early. How fucking sad is that... And the thing tearing me apart is the radio silence. Not hearing from Carlie. Not seeing her. After working together and then being with each other every hour of every day, this smarts like nothing else.
I send Gracie a text.
She’s on bed rest for the next week as we await with bated breath for the arrival of the babies.
Hey Laws. How’s the job hunt going?
Not great. How’s them babies? Ready to meet the world yet?
I wish they would. Mack says hi.
Hey bud.
So, nothing on the job front, hey?
The text sounds more like Mack than Grace.
Nada.
We always have a spare horse or two if you wanna come home...
Ha ha. Harry would pitch a fit. Besides, all the good ranches are taken.
No seriously, you do incredible work there, it’s your calling, Laws.
And we’re back to Gracie.
Thanks, Gracie. Hopefully I can find something that will keep me being useful. I really need a wage again. My lease is almost up.
The dots appear and then vanish. They pop up again.
I want to ask . . .
Nothing from Carlie.
