Back at the pharmacy, Autumn gave her one last hug. “Now, no matter what happens, if you need to come knock on my door at any hour, you can. I’m available to listen to details of juicy make up s*x, or to support a crying jag and b***h fest if he’s an i***t. There’s an emergency pint of Ben and Jerry’s in the freezer with your name on it, either way.”
“Thanks.”
“He’s not going to be an idiot.”
No, that role is pretty clearly being played by me.
“I’ll see you later, okay?”
After waving Autumn off, Riley went to retrieve her purse.
Christ, she was tired. She’d been running on fumes for weeks, juggling all the responsibilities for work, spending every spare minute with Liam, and then trying to get this presentation put together for Peyton Consolidated. It was no wonder she was ultra susc
