Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Suddenly three dots appeared, and I held my breath. But they only lasted a few seconds, and then stopped. No reply arrived. Disappointed, I set my phone aside and went back to what I was doing, ignoring the tear that slipped down my cheek.
I didn’t hear back from Dex for two days.
Sorry for the delay. We will meet you at 8:00 at the bakery Sunday morning.
As soon as I read it, I burst into tears.
It was so impersonal! Not even a greeting this time. And his tone was even more flat. Would it have killed him to say he was looking forward to it? Or wish me safe travels? Or ask how I was? How could he go from holding me in his arms almost every night and confessing that he loved me to this nothingness?
I read the text right before a meeting with Sandra. Since I was due in her office in ten minutes, I quickly ran to the bathroom down the hall and tried to clean up my face.
When the meeting was over, Sandra asked me if I was okay.
“I’m fine,” I told her, reaching for a tissue. “I’m sorry if I seemed a little out of it. I promise I got all the details we discussed written down.”
“I trust you.” She smiled at me from across her desk. “I just noticed you seemed a little anxious today. I haven’t seen you smile once.”
“I think it’s this wine tasting dinner back home,” I lied, dropping my eyes to my notepad. “I want everything to go well, and I’m not there to oversee things.”
“Of course. But knowing you, everything is under control, and the event will be a huge success.”
“Thank you.” I stood up. “I really appreciate the time off so I can be there, and for the offer to look in on my cat. She’s just getting accustomed to her new home, and I think traveling would be really stressful for her.”
“Of course.” She hesitated. “How about you? Still getting accustomed?”
I hesitated. “Yes, but I really love the job.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear it. Are you getting out at all? Or do our late nights at work make up the bulk of your social life?”
Blushing, I dropped my gaze to the surface of her desk. “I don’t have much of a social life here. To be honest, I haven’t felt much like going out.”
“Why not?”
I wasn’t going to get into it, but suddenly I heard myself blurt, “There was someone at home.”
Her expression was surprised. “Oh.”
I blinked several times, trying to prevent tears. “I’m sorry. I’m trying to forget about him, but it’s hard.”
“You broke up because of the move here?”
“You could say that . . . although we weren’t together very long. We just met this summer, but unfortunately I developed some pretty strong feelings for him in a fairly short amount of time.”
She nodded, closing her laptop. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Thank you, but I don’t think that will help. I just need to move on.” I wiped my nose with the back of my knuckles.
“I know that feeling.” Her smile was sympathetic. “Easier said than done, isn’t it?”
I took a shaky breath. “Yes. I don’t have good control of my feelings.”
Sandra laughed gently and nudged her tissue box closer to me. “Oh my goodness, honey. Does anyone?”
“Most people have more than I do. I have a history of falling hard and fast for the wrong guys.”
“I was that way too. And then I finally found the one that deserved me.”
“I’m working on that.” I blew my nose. “But what’s so great about this feeling that I keep going after it?”
She smiled again. “When you find the right person, you’ll know the answer to that. Don’t give up on love, Winnie.”
I grabbed another tissue. “This guy is a single dad, and I got to know his girls a little bit. They asked to see me while I’m home this weekend. I said yes, but now I don’t know if I should. It’s going to be hard to keep it together.”
“Just remember that you’re stronger than you think.” She paused. “And also that he’ll be really sorry someday. Does he honestly think he’ll find someone better?”
I smiled. “Thanks. But he’s pretty set on remaining alone for the rest of his life.”
“Ah. He’s that guy.” She nodded knowingly and leaned back in her chair. “I was married to that guy for twenty years. Trust me on this. He’s probably stewing in a big pot of misery right now.”
I shrugged. “Hard to say for sure. He’s pretty spare with his feelings in his texts.”
“Listen, if you decide to see him, make sure you wear something amazing, just to rub it in a little. He deserves it.”
That made me laugh. “Okay.”
“And when you get back, let’s get you out and about. I know some nice young guys I’d be happy to introduce you to.”