Page 49 of She Was Made for Me

“Huh.” I mull this over while Sadie orders for us both, then finds a table.

Kyle is all those things and more. I think of when he cared for me after I cut my hand, how much he worries about my work habits. Then I think of the way he practically pushed Owen out of the house that day, and stifle a smile. I’ve never had a man do that before.

Which reminds me, I never did respond to Owen. Truthfully, I hadn’t known what to say. He was nice enough, but I didn’t really want to go out with him, and I hadn’t figured out how to say that without coming across as a bitch. I’m not used to having to turn men away.

Daisy, Joe’s regular barista, brings our coffees to the table. I smile my thanks and take a sip of my Americano, waiting for the caffeine to hit my veins. Nothing tastes as good as the first sip in the morning.

“What’s it like living with Tim?” I ask.

Sadie smiles, stirring her latte. “Good. Really good.” Concern creases her brow. “Are you okay sleeping at the house, though? I worry about you staying in that big empty place alone.”

I shift in my seat. She’s going to love this. “I’m not alone. Kyle’s there.”

She sets her spoon down. “He’s staying at the house too?”

“Yup.”

She rocks back in her chair with a smug smile. “Right. Okay. It’s all making sense.”

“Shut up.” I swat her across the table. “Nothing has happened between us.”

“But you want it to?”

God yes.

“It probably shouldn’t,” I say, dodging her question. “He seems to think it would be inappropriate, and he’s not wrong.”

“Why? You’re both adults.”

I gaze into the dark liquid of my coffee with a sigh. “Yeah, that’s what I thought too, but Dad wouldn’t be okay with it, and it’s important to me that this project goes well.”

“I guess,” Sadie says. “But—”

My phone buzzes on the table between us and I glance down, expecting to see Kyle or Dad’s name there. Surprise jolts through me when I see Deb’s name. My old boss.

“I’m sorry.” I pick up my phone, curious. It must be early on the West Coast. “Do you mind if I take this quickly?”

“Go for it.”

I rise from the table as I answer the call, wandering across to the wall where I first met Kyle.

“Violet! How are you?” Deb’s voice is as familiar in my ear as if I’d just heard it yesterday, and there’s a little tug in my chest.

“Hi, Deb. I’m good. How are things?”

“Good, good. I’m calling because I wanted to let you know about a possible opportunity here at DigiSwap.”

My ears perk up. “Oh?”

“Nothing is official yet, but there might be a project manager position opening up in Scott’s team. You were the first person I thought of.”

My heart does an excited little jump. “Me?”

“Of course.”

“Is it an assistant project manager job?” I ask, because that would be the next natural progression for me.

“Nope. You’d be a fully-fledged project manager. It’s what you deserve, after all the work you’ve put in here.”

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