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had a new office, we had everything at work sorted, and we could leave the business of packing up to someone else. I left a message for each of my senior managers letting them know the plan and what I expected each of them to handle in my absence. And then I rolled down all of the windows and let the cool night air whip around me, taking all of my stress with it.
Pulling up in front of my parents’ house, I laughed thinking back on the first time Chloe and I had come here together as a couple.
It was three days after her presentation to the scholarship board. Two of those days we’d scarcely left my home or my bed. But after the constant calls and texts from my family asking us to come over, for me to let them share some time with Chloe, we agreed to a dinner at my parents’ house. Everyone had missed her.
We talked on the drive, laughing and teasing, my free hand entwined with one of hers. Absently, she ran the index finger of her other hand in small circles over the top of my wrist, as if reassuring herself that it was real, that I was real, that we were. We hadn’t faced the world outside yet, other than that night out with her girlfriends following her presentation. The transition would no doubt be at least a little awkward. But I would never have expected Chloe to be anxious about any of it. She’d always faced every challenge with her own brand of bullheaded fearlessness.
It was only when we stood on the porch and I reached to open their front door that I realized her hand inside mine was shaking.
“What’s wrong?” I pulled my hand back, turned her to face me.
She rolled her shoulders. “Nothing. I’m good.”
“Unconvincing.”
She threw me an annoyed look. “I’m fine. Just open the door.”
“Holy shit,” I said on an exhale, stunned. “Chloe Mills is actually nervous.”
This time she turned to glare up at me fully. “You spotted that? Christ, you’re brilliant. Someone should make you a COO and give you a big fancy office.” She reached to open the door herself.
I stopped her hand from turning the knob and a grin spread across my face. “Chloe?”
“I just haven’t seen them since before . . . you know. And they saw you when you were all . . .” She made a gesture around me, which I gathered was meant to indicate “when Bennett was a complete disaster, after Chloe left him.”
“Just . . . let’s not make this a thing. I’m fine,” she went on.
“I’m just enjoying the rare sighting of a jittery Chloe. Give me a second, let me savor this.”
“Fuck off.”
“Fuck off?” I stepped in front of her, moved until her body pressed into mine. “Are you trying to seduce me, Miss Mills?”
Finally, she laughed, her shoulders surrendering their tense determination. “I just don’t want it to be—”
The front door flew open, and Henry took a step forward, enveloping Chloe in a massive hug. “There she is!”
Chloe peeked up at me over my brother’s shoulder and laughed. “—awkward,” she finished, wrapping her arms around him.
Just inside the doorway stood my parents, wearing the biggest shit-eating grins I’d ever seen. My mom’s eyes were suspiciously misty.
“It’s been way too long,” Henry said, releasing my girlfriend and looking right at me.
Groaning inwardly, I registered that this entire night could very easily turn into a giant recap of what a trial this whole thing had been for Chloe, of how impossible I’d been to work with; the details of Miss Mills’s challenging attitude would be whitewashed for history.
It was a good thing she looked so damn fit in her little black dress. I’d need the distraction.
I’d called Dad the morning of Chloe’s presentation, telling him I’d planned to attend and convince her to present the Papadakis slides. I told him, too, that I was going to ask her to take me back. As usual, Dad had been supportive, but guarded, telling me that no matter what Chloe said, he was proud of me for going after
Pulling up in front of my parents’ house, I laughed thinking back on the first time Chloe and I had come here together as a couple.
It was three days after her presentation to the scholarship board. Two of those days we’d scarcely left my home or my bed. But after the constant calls and texts from my family asking us to come over, for me to let them share some time with Chloe, we agreed to a dinner at my parents’ house. Everyone had missed her.
We talked on the drive, laughing and teasing, my free hand entwined with one of hers. Absently, she ran the index finger of her other hand in small circles over the top of my wrist, as if reassuring herself that it was real, that I was real, that we were. We hadn’t faced the world outside yet, other than that night out with her girlfriends following her presentation. The transition would no doubt be at least a little awkward. But I would never have expected Chloe to be anxious about any of it. She’d always faced every challenge with her own brand of bullheaded fearlessness.
It was only when we stood on the porch and I reached to open their front door that I realized her hand inside mine was shaking.
“What’s wrong?” I pulled my hand back, turned her to face me.
She rolled her shoulders. “Nothing. I’m good.”
“Unconvincing.”
She threw me an annoyed look. “I’m fine. Just open the door.”
“Holy shit,” I said on an exhale, stunned. “Chloe Mills is actually nervous.”
This time she turned to glare up at me fully. “You spotted that? Christ, you’re brilliant. Someone should make you a COO and give you a big fancy office.” She reached to open the door herself.
I stopped her hand from turning the knob and a grin spread across my face. “Chloe?”
“I just haven’t seen them since before . . . you know. And they saw you when you were all . . .” She made a gesture around me, which I gathered was meant to indicate “when Bennett was a complete disaster, after Chloe left him.”
“Just . . . let’s not make this a thing. I’m fine,” she went on.
“I’m just enjoying the rare sighting of a jittery Chloe. Give me a second, let me savor this.”
“Fuck off.”
“Fuck off?” I stepped in front of her, moved until her body pressed into mine. “Are you trying to seduce me, Miss Mills?”
Finally, she laughed, her shoulders surrendering their tense determination. “I just don’t want it to be—”
The front door flew open, and Henry took a step forward, enveloping Chloe in a massive hug. “There she is!”
Chloe peeked up at me over my brother’s shoulder and laughed. “—awkward,” she finished, wrapping her arms around him.
Just inside the doorway stood my parents, wearing the biggest shit-eating grins I’d ever seen. My mom’s eyes were suspiciously misty.
“It’s been way too long,” Henry said, releasing my girlfriend and looking right at me.
Groaning inwardly, I registered that this entire night could very easily turn into a giant recap of what a trial this whole thing had been for Chloe, of how impossible I’d been to work with; the details of Miss Mills’s challenging attitude would be whitewashed for history.
It was a good thing she looked so damn fit in her little black dress. I’d need the distraction.
I’d called Dad the morning of Chloe’s presentation, telling him I’d planned to attend and convince her to present the Papadakis slides. I told him, too, that I was going to ask her to take me back. As usual, Dad had been supportive, but guarded, telling me that no matter what Chloe said, he was proud of me for going after
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