“Hawthorne also mentioned you took some time off to deal with a personal issue?” Josh cuts in.
I nod. “That’s right. It has to do with why I’m up here, actually. I’m moving back to Washington to get my girl back—I’m going to see her after I leave here.”
Cowboy leans back in his seat. “Get her back? So, you two aren’t together?”
I let out a breath. “Not yet.”
“And what happens if she says no?” Stormy presses. “Are you going back to New York?”
“No. My family is here too. I’m here to stay.”
Cowboy smiles. “Okay, good to hear. Then welcome aboard.”
I glance from Cowboy to Stormy. “Just like that?”
Stormy grins. “Just like that.”
“Thank you. I really appreciate this.”
“Can you start in a couple of weeks? I figure you’ll need time to win your girl back first,” Cowboy winks.
“Yes. That would be perfect.”
“Have you met the others yet?” Stormy asks.
“Actually, I met several of them. Rover introduced me last month.”
Stormy puts a meaty hand on my shoulder. “That’s good. Then I guess we’ll see you in two weeks. I have a phone meeting I have to get to.”
Cowboy gives a nod. “I’ll show Cody out.”
After a few more handshakes, I exit the building of my new employer, ready to finally prove myself to Lucy.
CHAPTER25
Lucy
My phone buzzes,and I jump. Cody is supposed to be here in two minutes, and I’m a nervous wreck. I check my phone. The offending notification is alerting me to an email from Professor Button thanking me for my notes. I toss my phone aside.
After getting ready, all I’ve been able to do is pace and question if I made the right decision when I agreed to see him.
The way we left things before he went to Afghanistan wasn’t good. I was so angry at him for questioning my judgment about Vince, Ted, and even my dad. Or at least, that was what I thought he was doing. But a month is a long time to mull everything over—over and over again.
There’s a knock at the door. Taking a deep breath, I open it. My knees grow weak at the sight before me, and I place my hand on the wall for support.
Cody is wearing a suit. No, not just a suit, but a veryfittedsuit with a green tie that really brings out the green in his hazel eyes. His hair has grown out a bit, and I just want to run my hands through it.
“Hi,” he says.
“Hi,” I say back.
He grins. “Can I come in?”
I close my eyes. “Yes, of course. Sorry.”
I left the man standing outside while I ogled him.I can feel the warmth spreading to my cheeks.
“You’re in a suit. Did you have an interview?” I ask.
