Ben“Mila, this isn’t the right time.”“When will be the right time? You’re leaving, and I have a feeling it might be another seven years before I see you. If not more. Are you going to wait that long?”I stifled a groan. I had to cut the cord right now if I was going to walk away from this in one piece. Otherwise, this woman—this wonderful human being and everything I felt for her—was only going to tear me apart.“Just tell me how you feel about me, Ben,” Mila said. “I just want to know where we stand. I just want you to put it into words for me. Whatever it is.”Fuck, fuck, fuck. I could tell her right now that I was in love with her. She stood before me, her big brown eyes pleading even though her face showed nothing, and she was everything I ever wanted in a woman. But I couldn’t do this to her. I wouldn’t.“You know you’ve always meant so much to me,” I started. “You’re Jerrod’s little sister. You will always have a special place in my heart.”“A special place?” she said incredul
MilaAfter my shift on Monday, I went back to The Cottage. It had become my safe haven the last while. I liked spending time there because it reminded me of the days when I hadn’t had anything to worry about when my parents had still been there to fend for me and my biggest concern had been that Jerrod would tease me about things I was shy about.Life had been so much simpler then.That was in retrospect, of course. Back then, the small problems I missed had been the only problems I’d known so they had felt big. It was only now that I had bigger things to worry about that those problems seemed better.I guess that would always be that way.Still, I liked being at The Cottage. It was warm and cozy and smelled like the food of my childhood.Work had been going well. It was very busy with a lot of new patients who had needed medical attention. There had been so much to focus on. But it hadn’t been enough. Nothing would be enough. My heart was broken, and I needed more.I knew exactly wha
MilaI couldn’t tell her. She wouldn’t approve of a relationship with Ben any more than Jerrod would—for Jerrod’s friendship’s sake—and there wasn’t anything to talk about anyway. There was no relationship, and I couldn’t tell her what was upsetting me.My mom shook her head. “I’m going to get you some of Manny’s chocolate cake. He always makes extra.”She disappeared into the kitchen. I loved Manny’s chocolate cake. The pastry chef had made it since I could remember, and he’d been working for us for years. I would never say no to the cake, although it would do nothing to make me feel better. I wished it was as simple as eating cake and all my troubles would disappear.My mom brought me the cake, and even though it wouldn’t fix anything and probably go straight to my hips, I ate it. I wanted to drink myself into a stupor, but I didn’t do that. With the mood I was in, I would only do something stupid.Instead, I took out my phone and dialed Ben’s number. I pressed the phone to my ear a
BenThe big board meeting had been yesterday, and I was relieved it was over. Even though I had known every protocol and every employee, it had been nerve-racking to step up there and talk to them all. It had been heartbreaking to take care of all the paperwork and to address the people who had loved Uncle Dean as much as I had.Most of them had come to the funeral, but the loss was still raw. I had been able to see it in everyone’s eyes, my own pain reflected on their faces. I realized I wasn’t the only one who had lost someone. Not even close.At least, everyone had welcomed me back. I didn’t want to be here, but it was good for the employees to have someone step in that they knew. We had worked together for the past seven years, after all. And they had made me feel like I was a part of their company. They had pledged their loyalty to me as their CEO, and in this difficult time, there was nothing better than feeling like they were all rooting for me.Today, I had a meeting with the
Ben“I don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon.”Ms. Houghton carried on talking, rambling off suggestions for furniture and room allocations but I wasn’t really listening. The house was beautiful, to be sure. But buying a place seemed so permanent. I wanted to get out of the penthouse I had stayed in for seven years. I wanted to start a new chapter and get a place that was warmer, a place I could call my own. This place could be it, I thought. But how much warmth was there really between these walls when I felt so cold and empty?I wasn’t sure how permanent I wanted it all to be here. Everything felt so uncertain. I didn’t know what to make of the plane crashes. After talking to David, I was sure there was something more to it. What if something went wrong? What if I was in danger? Maybe I shouldn’t put down roots here.But I didn’t trust anyone to take over the position. Certainly not if someone was really trying to kill whoever was in charge. I could put someone else in dan
BenDavid Thomas arrived at my office in New York fifteen minutes earlier than we had agreed. Amy, my Personal Assistant, showed him into my office. He looked casual and out of place in my sleek, organized building. He wore jeans and a t-shirt with an old blazer over it and shoes that looked like they came from a thrift store.It was a part of his disguise, I had learned. David did everything he could to be non-descript. It was the best way to get all the information he needed as a Private Investigator.“Have you found anything yet?” I asked.“I have,” David said. I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding.David was helping me investigate the death of both business partners that had owned the company before me. My dad and his partner, Uncle Dean, had died seven years apart, but the plane crashes had been so eerily similar that a murder investigation had been opened. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust the police, but I had wanted to get involved in some way. So I had hired David to
Ben“I’m going to keep digging and see what I can find,” David said. “In the meantime, keep your eyes and ears open for anything suspicious in the company.”“I will. The moment I find something, you’ll know about it.”David stood up, tugging his belt up higher on his hips. If he was in character, he was extremely good at it. I wouldn’t have pegged him for someone serious if I’d seen him on the streets. David extended his hand to me, and I shook it.“Thanks for coming,” I said.“Hey, you pay me,” David said and flashed me a cocky grin before he left my office.When he was gone, I sat back in my chair and let out a deep breath. This was all a very big mess. A part of me wished that I could go back to when it had only been an accident that had killed my dad. But if it was more, if someone had murdered my dad and Uncle Dean, I wanted to know what was going on. There was no going back.After I had taken care of all the calls and meetings for the day – the transition to new management was t
MilaBy the time I got off work on Friday, I was dead on my feet. I’d had a hell of a week. Sometimes it felt like the bad things that happened in threes to everyone else, piled up in infinite amounts for us at the ICU.I drove home on autopilot, barely remembering how I got there. Despite the comfortable shoes I wore because I was always on my feet, my feet were sore, and I sat on my bed and gave myself a foot massage. It hurt more to work the knots out of my feet than it was relaxing.I ran a bath instead of standing in the shower. I had to sit down. I couldn’t tolerate another minute on my feet without feeling like it was torture.When I lay back in the hot water, I closed my eyes. The bath was deep, and the water lapped up to my neck, everything else submerged. This was the break my body needed.But for my mind, there was no rest. The moment I closed my eyes, images flooded into my mind. The patients’ faces flashed before my eyes, and I groaned.Yesterday, there had been a four-ca