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Authors: Brooke Cumberland
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something in fitness. I knew it’d have to be something flexible with the wedding coming up and Bentley’s demanding schedule. I knew I still wanted to be around to support him and travel with him occasionally, but I also knew I had to start building my own career.
* * *
I’m half way through my latté, emailing my resume for the third time, when I’m interrupted by a familiar voice.
“ Cecilia?” I look up and see Jason staring down at me. “I was hoping I’d run into you.”
“ Jason? Hi!” My eyes light up at seeing a friendly face. “How are you?”
“ I’m doing great, now.” He smiles wide. “Do you mind if I sit with you?”
I shift in my seat , move my iPad over, and wave my hand. “Oh, of course.”
“ What are you doing here? I’m surprised you’ve even left your house.” His tone is sincere, but I hear the concern laced in his voice.
I frown, hating that everyone in this city probably knows my business by now, especially Jason.
“I’m not going to let the assholes keep me from living my life. Plus, as soon as a famous celeb goes into rehab, everyone will forget.” I shrug, trying to play it off. “Thank you for checking up on me before. I really appreciate it.”
“ You’re welcome. ” He keeps his eyes on me as he brings his coffee up to his lips. He looks like he wants to say something else, but instead, shifts his eyes to the iPad in front of me.
“ So what are you doing? Writing a rebuttal story?” He smirks.
“ No...” I laugh lightly. “Job searching. Every college graduate’s— with zero job experience —dream.”
“ You ?” His brows rise. “You’re searching for a job?”
“ I’m offended!” I jokingly put a hand to my chest. “I am very capable of working, thank you.”
“ Well, I’m sure you are, but...”
“ Just because my fiancé is a model, doesn’t mean I want to just sit at home and knit.”
His lips form into a devilish grin. “Um, I don’t think anyone does that anymore. Unless you’re living in a nursing home, which in that case...I’d be out looking for new friends.”
“ You’re an ass,” I scowl playfully, punching him in the arm. “I’m probably your only friend.”
“ My only hot friend, yes. Otherwise, the rest are covered in tats with shaved heads.”
His confession hits me off guard, but I choose to ignore it anyway.
“Well, friend , I need to get back to job searching. Minimum wage isn’t gonna find itself.”
He laughs, but suddenly his face goes serious. “Wait. What kind of job are you looking for? I might have a few connections, depending on what you can do.”
“ Well, I’d love to do something with sports and fitness. I did an internship at my college with the hockey team, but that’s basically my only experience. I’d probably even get denied being the water girl.” I frown.
“ I don’t think that’s even a paid position.” He laughs.
I scowl at him, and then begin laughing. “Oh, my god. I’m never going to find a job. My experience is laughable.”
His face turns genuine. “I have an uncle who works at the university. He’s one of the men’s baseball coaches. I could...ask him if he has an opening available. I mean...if you’re interested.” He grins as he watches my expression.
“ Seriously? You aren’t just messing with me?” My eyes light up as my heart speeds up at the thought of getting my dream job.
“ Yes, for real. When I came back, I moved in with him, and he just mentioned an opening—”
“ Oh, my god!” I squeal, jumping up and hugging him. “That’d be so amazing!”
He wraps his arms around my waist, making me highly aware that we ’re touching. I didn’t mean to—it just sort of happened when I got so excited about the job opening.
I push back slightly, taking a step backward to avoid any awkwardness. I think he feels it too, his hand brushing roughly through his hair as we avoid eye contact.
“I’ll give him your number, I mean
* * *
I’m half way through my latté, emailing my resume for the third time, when I’m interrupted by a familiar voice.
“ Cecilia?” I look up and see Jason staring down at me. “I was hoping I’d run into you.”
“ Jason? Hi!” My eyes light up at seeing a friendly face. “How are you?”
“ I’m doing great, now.” He smiles wide. “Do you mind if I sit with you?”
I shift in my seat , move my iPad over, and wave my hand. “Oh, of course.”
“ What are you doing here? I’m surprised you’ve even left your house.” His tone is sincere, but I hear the concern laced in his voice.
I frown, hating that everyone in this city probably knows my business by now, especially Jason.
“I’m not going to let the assholes keep me from living my life. Plus, as soon as a famous celeb goes into rehab, everyone will forget.” I shrug, trying to play it off. “Thank you for checking up on me before. I really appreciate it.”
“ You’re welcome. ” He keeps his eyes on me as he brings his coffee up to his lips. He looks like he wants to say something else, but instead, shifts his eyes to the iPad in front of me.
“ So what are you doing? Writing a rebuttal story?” He smirks.
“ No...” I laugh lightly. “Job searching. Every college graduate’s— with zero job experience —dream.”
“ You ?” His brows rise. “You’re searching for a job?”
“ I’m offended!” I jokingly put a hand to my chest. “I am very capable of working, thank you.”
“ Well, I’m sure you are, but...”
“ Just because my fiancé is a model, doesn’t mean I want to just sit at home and knit.”
His lips form into a devilish grin. “Um, I don’t think anyone does that anymore. Unless you’re living in a nursing home, which in that case...I’d be out looking for new friends.”
“ You’re an ass,” I scowl playfully, punching him in the arm. “I’m probably your only friend.”
“ My only hot friend, yes. Otherwise, the rest are covered in tats with shaved heads.”
His confession hits me off guard, but I choose to ignore it anyway.
“Well, friend , I need to get back to job searching. Minimum wage isn’t gonna find itself.”
He laughs, but suddenly his face goes serious. “Wait. What kind of job are you looking for? I might have a few connections, depending on what you can do.”
“ Well, I’d love to do something with sports and fitness. I did an internship at my college with the hockey team, but that’s basically my only experience. I’d probably even get denied being the water girl.” I frown.
“ I don’t think that’s even a paid position.” He laughs.
I scowl at him, and then begin laughing. “Oh, my god. I’m never going to find a job. My experience is laughable.”
His face turns genuine. “I have an uncle who works at the university. He’s one of the men’s baseball coaches. I could...ask him if he has an opening available. I mean...if you’re interested.” He grins as he watches my expression.
“ Seriously? You aren’t just messing with me?” My eyes light up as my heart speeds up at the thought of getting my dream job.
“ Yes, for real. When I came back, I moved in with him, and he just mentioned an opening—”
“ Oh, my god!” I squeal, jumping up and hugging him. “That’d be so amazing!”
He wraps his arms around my waist, making me highly aware that we ’re touching. I didn’t mean to—it just sort of happened when I got so excited about the job opening.
I push back slightly, taking a step backward to avoid any awkwardness. I think he feels it too, his hand brushing roughly through his hair as we avoid eye contact.
“I’ll give him your number, I mean
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