Page 92 of My Brother's Best Men
My phone rings and I move to grab it from the nightstand, but it’s not there. It keeps ringing and I get out of bed, chasing down the sound to the bathroom. I open the door without thinking and grab it, answering it before it can go to voicemail.
“Good morning, Ms. Martin.”
I tense, realizing it’s Monday. It’s Stella & Sons.
My job offer.
“Good morning,” I say, my head still pounding, my body still sore—if not more—from my overexertion.
“We’re calling because you requested a follow-up today about the staff writer position.”
“Right,” I say, trying to get my bearings.
“Have you given any more thought to whether or not you would like to take this position?”
The question is simple, and I think about Keaton’s words.
“Don’t even think about coming back to work.”
And then Raegan’s words fill my psyche too.
“It’s the perfect position at the perfect time.”
Sam seemed to think it was a good idea too, and I know with the fallout of my engagement and the fact that I don’t have an apartment anymore since I was living with Keaton…
I can always quit if it doesn’t work out, right? I should at least give it a shot. Traveling all over the country to write about all these amazing businesses might be just the thing I need. And with as good as I feel right now, with how things are looking up, I know it’s the right decision.
“Yes, I have. I’d love to take the position.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” she says, and I smile because it feels like a giant weight has been lifted off my shoulders. “You mentioned that you’re traveling back from your vacation today, right?”
“Yes,” I say, my smile genuine.
“Would you be able to come in tomorrow so we can get your paperwork sorted and set you up for onboarding? Any time is good for us, I know how jet lag and flying back home can be. I’d like to get you out there on the scene as soon as possible since Dela is set to go live next month.”
“Absolutely, I’ll be there tomorrow. Thank you so much!”
Once the phone goes dead, I squeal with excitement.
“New job?” Benny asks, stepping out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Yeah. A really good one too,” I say with a grin.
He smirks. “Cool.”
“Going to get to travel all across the country.”
His expression falls. “A lot?”
“Yeah, isn’t that great?” I ask, heading for the shower.
“So…you won’t be coming home?”
I stop at the shower, turning to look at him. “To Cherrywood, you mean? No. Seattle is my home. I mean, I’ll probably list Sam as a residence point, but?—”
“So you’re leaving,” he says, his eyes darkening.
“I mean, yes, we’re leaving in a few hours?—”
