Renee’s POV Work has been slammed. Sean from the coffee shop in the city was completely right. I think I probably owe him a cut of whatever fortune I’m going to make. I wasn’t going to use my life story as my brand, but the woman at the boutique recognized me anyway and that basically proved
He notices me eyeing him and smiles wide. “I manage the team,” he tells me and I stop my mouth from falling open. “I was just talking to the brand manager that we’re in need of new uniforms,” The train screeches to a halt and the doors open with a hissing sound. The man shuffles to his feet, usi
Renee’s POV The next morning Eric and I dance around one another in the kitchen trying to get our breakfast together while Debbie sits at the glass dining table chomping into her toast looking amused. I reach over Eric’s head while he ducks down to get something out of the dishwasher, then I le
“Normally, I’d love to but I can’t tonight have other obligations,” I say trying to sound regretful. “Oh,” she wrinkles her nose. “Personal obligations,” I specify not wanting her to think I have more important business with another client. She purses her red lips and eyes me like she’s trying t
Renee’s POV “Did you ever call back that client?” Eric asks from the bathroom while brushing his teeth. “Which one?” I reply as I shimmy into a pair of jeans that I refuse to admit are a tad too tight. “Miller Inc,” Eric says and then I hear him spit in the sink and turn on the facet. Crap.
“You have to make time for both,” I tell her and she nods. We drive the rest of the way in silence, but I can’t seem to shake this jittering feeling inside me. Ever since I saw Eric come out of the bathroom, my heart has been beating wild in my chest. Maybe I’ve had too much coffee. We pull up
Renee’s POV The more I try to distance myself from Eric, the more agitated we all get. Eric notices I’ve put up a wall which makes him rigid, my own inner wolf is protesting causing me to get frustrated at myself but then take it out on Eric as he tries to knock down my walls. Even Debbie picks
“I’m not that dumb,” Debbie argues. “We know you’re not sweetie,” I chime in trying to sound friendly. Maybe we can have a good cop bad cop kind of thing going on here. “But you can’t leave us locked in here, it’s not right,” I tell her. “What’s not right is that you two refuse to make us an off
“That’s it?” I say and eye it like its suddenly lost all appeal to me. “So, you’ll take it?” The woman asks cross her arms and her lips curl into a sneer. I fume. How dare this Brit think she can talk to me this way? Her hair is clearly dyed from a box, she needs Botox-badly, and she could lose th
Mia’s POV They think I’m stupid. They think that just because they cover their faces behind tall menus that I don’t know they’re talking about me. I sit up taller in small rustic chair and tap my teaspoon against the fine china and watch the droplets of earl gray tea splash back into the cup.
Habitual instinct kicks in and I hold back a yelp of worry. Debbie catches my reaction and giggles as she jumps off the tire and lands on all fours. “Tada!” She sings. I clutch my cheer. “Be careful,” I tell her anyway. Debbie runs over to me and wraps me in a tight hug. “Remember Jasper said that
Renee’s POV Every time I pass by a mirror I stop and inspect myself. Unapologetically letting my eyes roam over my body even if I’m in public. Pregnant. I imagine my belly growing and getting bigger. I definitely have that glow as people say. My skin is supple, my hair is shiner. Not like when I
Through the hospital doors, Linda greets me from the front desk. “Good morning Renee! I didn’t know you’d be in today,” she says and checks her notebook. “I heard Debbie got some great news,” she says and I manage a smile, but don’t stop walking for the chitchat. I come up to Eric’s office and see
Renee’s POV I poke my head through the bedroom door that was left slightly ajar before fully entering it. Seeing that it appears empty, I step inside and close the door behind me and twist the lock. I flop down on the bed with a sigh and let the plush comforter envelope around me. Unfortunately
Jasper waits for the wooden door to clock shut before he speaks. I notice the swell of his muscles as his shirt sleeved scrubs hugs his bicep. He’s been working out. “I just want to apologize,” Jasper starts and I force my eyes off of his arms. “About what?” I ask confused as to how this convers
Renee’s POV “Well, I’d say she’s nearly perfect,” Jasper exclaims removing his stethoscope from his hears. I pull away my fingers away from my mouth. “Really?” I ask, almost in disbelief. I thought I’d never hear those words. “Really,” Jasper says with a genuine smile. I let out a cry of joy.
Out on the open road. Without being tailed by the media Eric drives at a much calmer pace. The sky is a Heather gray and the roads are slick. I pause for a moment before opening Emily’s text, enjoying the fullness of the atmosphere, wanting to soak in this rare moment of mundane. Then my anxiety g