I jumped right in. By the end, I'd bagged a solid payout.
Leaning against the window, I grinned—time to splurge on that massage chair.
Then bang! Clang! Hammering from upstairs.
No way… Jason? My heart practically punched through my ribs. I took the stairs three at a time.
There he was, humming some old tune, that gravelly voice dragging me back eight years in a heartbeat.
Same as before: a single dad, his boy peeking behind him. When he spotted me standing there like a deer in headlights, he flashed a warm smile.
"Well, hey, you live here too?" He nudged the door wider. "Wanna come in?"
That almost broke me. I choked out a thanks and bolted.
Some things can't be rushed. As long as Jason had reappeared in my life, I believed love would conquer all.
In the days that followed, whene
