Moira had the cab drive her back near the escort office so she could pick up her car. When she’d left the hotel, a flurry of emotions stormed through her. For every step she made with Jimmy, it felt like he’d given her a shove back.
She’d believed something shifted between them when they’d spoken on the phone last night. He’d taken the time to actually read her work. Jimmy understood her more than she’d given him credit for. She thought he understood how important her career was to her.
She’d allowed people to make jokes about her job for so long that she’d forgotten how much she did love it. When was the last time she talked seriously about writing with anyone? Jimmy had been the first person she could remember wanting to share that part of herself with.
Yeah, she had it bad. And it no
