Page 47 of Country Charm

It is not until this moment that I realize that what Hunter says could affect how I feel. If he says no and rejects my invitation, I might actually feel… sad about it?

I’m so confused. I have officially reached the point where I must tell the girls. They have already been hounding me for information since Mary opened her mouth and Lynn has connected the dots. I can’t get away from this anymore. I don’t really think I want to, either. I might need their input.

“What night?”

“Well, you have the market on Saturday. So, you could come up Saturday night and we could go Sunday morning? Or we could totally just go Saturday, and you can head home the same day. I think you would like what this placehas to offer. Nothing is really new, but that’s more than half the charm. Plus, the pricing is super good. Although now that I’m thinking about it, I’m sure you have something like this down by you. Maybe you don’t need to make a trip if it’s too much trouble. It’s just a patio set.” I’m rambling.Please shut me up.

“Cass, stop. That sounds great. I’ll come up Saturday and we’ll go Sunday mornin’.”

I take a deep breath and relief washes over me. I hate this.Come on girl, get your shit together!

“Okay, cool.”

“Cool?”

“Yeah, cool.”

“Right,” he chuckles.So not cool.“Well, I’m usually done with the market by three. I’ll try to get out to you by dinner. Sound good?”

“Yes.”

“I think it’s ‘bout time you take that shower, I’m sure your sweatin’ all over again.” I hear the humor in his voice.

“Shut up, Country Charm.” Hunter busts out laughing.

“You turned this Wednesday from any typical day to pretty damn amazin’.” He can barely get the words out through his laughter.

“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. Get some sleep. It’s way past your bedtime.”

“Goodnight, Beautiful.”

“Night, Hunt.”

Well, fuck.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Cassidy

My office has never been so organized, and I’m an organized girl. When it comes to my job, I keep everything in its place. That way when I need something I always know where it is. That being said, with this slow week, I am painfully bored and decided to reorganize my already organized space.

A ping sounds on my computer, and I roll over in my chair to check it out.

Subject: Upcoming Quarter Account Possibilities.

CC: Data Team; Acct Team, Project Mgt Team

I read over the possible accounts and open a second document on my screen. I take down two mid-grade accounts that will make for great bonuses but won’t cut into my personal time. It’s that perfect mixture of having a job and having a life.

I know that the competition for the accounts won’t be that bad either. People are often fighting for the top accounts and then new hires take on the easierones to gain more experience. I can’t think of a time when I didn’t get an account I wanted.

Hunter has always known what he wanted to do, and he excels at it. Even more, he pushes himself constantly. The girls do, too. Everyone around me is so driven, and it’s not that I’m not. I am a top performer, never late, can’t think of a time when my reports had a mistake or my projections were wrong, and I even get referrals.

I could be making so much more money, but I just don’t feel like chasing a big account would be chasing my passion. If there was an account that I was passionate about, then sure I would go after it. Nothing has yet to pull my interest. So, I just keep milling away with the mid-range accounts, making good money and having time for me.

At lunch, I walk into the breakroom to warm some leftover takeout from the other night. Meal prepping is not a thing for me. When I walk in and open the fridge to grab my Tupperware, I notice a note on my lunch.

Dinner or death sentence.

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