“Don’t worry about it,” I grumble, half opening my eyes. “Just be satisfied with knowing that you were exactly right. So, I’m still on the job?”
“Not only are you on the job,” Nate gushes. “The press has been calling wanting to talk to you. Word is out that Chance Monroe is going to open a nightclub in Denver and the entire world is falling on its knees. And when they found out that the designer is a kid fresh out of college, you became the insta-story of the mo.”
“The mo?”
“The moment! Mickey! You’re going to be the It girl for the day. The local celeb du jour. They want to interview you this afternoon for the Channel 4.”
My stomach does a backflip. “Are you kidding me?” The thought of being interviewed on TV is the most exciting and terrifying thing I can imagine. “Today?”
“You’ll talk about the butterflies,” Devon blurts out excitedly. “And don’t forget to mention the firm! I mean, we’re the ones who set your own little butterfly wings free.”
I nod stupidly. “Where is this happening?”
“TV studio,” Nate calls over his shoulder as he turns to go back to his desk. “I’ll chat over the address.”
Devon ruffles my hair and plants a kiss on the top of my head. “Don’t let it fluff up your ego too much. You’re too young and new to become insufferable already.”
“Gimme a break,” I mutter, already lost in thought. I’m going to be on TV, interviewed as a real nightclub designer. It’s surreal. Everything is beginning to turn around for me. I catch a glimpse of myself in the dark computer screen. “Jesus, I better go home and shower!”
I promise Nate and Devon I’ll be back later, grab my purse and head for the door. Just as I step out the door, fumbling through my purse for my bike lock key, I run into someone who is standing, unmoving on the sidewalk.
“Oh, sorry,” I mumble, barely looking up.
“Sure you are.” The voice is so familiar. I snap my head up in surprise. Travis is there, arms folded across his chest, grinning at me. “Already turning into one of these automatons who walk around the city without ever looking up?”
“Hey!” I step forward hesitantly, wondering if he’ll allow a hug.
He scoops me into his arms and spins me around. “I wanted to see you.”
I nod, hoping that everything has gone back to normal between us. “Oh, yeah? What’s up?”
Travis gives me his fake angry face. “What do you mean, what’s up? You’re my best friend, aren’t you?”
“I…” I squint up at him through the brightness of the morning. “I guess I’m not that sure anymore.”
Travis hooks an arm through mine and pulls me down the sidewalk toward my bike, which I know he would recognize anywhere. “Don’t be an idiot. I wondered if you’d be up for having dinner with me and Liz tonight. She’s dying to see you, too.”
I arch my eyebrows. “You two back together?”
Travis is grinning ear to ear like a sheepish little boy. His dark curls are mussed up in the stylish way Liz always liked so much. “I just may be hitting the end of my long run as a bachelor and a cad.”
I give him a genuine smile. “Well, I think that’s great. And I’d love to see you both. But I can’t tonight. Will you call me?”
“I think I can manage that.”
I grin happily. Travis helps me unlock my bike and then gives me another hug. He beams down at me with his usual sweet openness.
“It’s so nice to see you, Mickey.”
I ride home with a million thoughts colliding off the walls of my brain. The TV interview, which terrifies me but I know will be awesome. Travis coming back into my life. Chance not firing me from the project…well, not really. And of course, Lazarus. Lazarus, Lazarus, Lazarus. It feels like that moment in a jigsaw puzzle when everything starts to fall into place, and every piece that goes in just leads to another. My life is very nearly
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