Chapter 45
MickyI tackled the next couple of weeks the same way I responded to every crisis, burying myself in work before going home to hide from the world with my dog. I hadn't spoken to Nick since our foursome rode to the airport in near silence. I left him at the curb in front of the airport, unloading my own luggage.
"Don't bother, Nick. I've got it," I had said when he tried to help me.
I told him that I wanted him to go away, but he wasn't giving up. He texted me everyday. He left me voicemails every other day. He sent me flowers, which I promptly redirected back to him.
Taryn volunteered to be my personal redelivery service, carrying them up half a dozen floors to the reception desk of Winston Stratford. He could romance his office since his job was so important to him.
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