Blaze looked around at the empty apartment that held so many memories, even though she had been there such a short time. She looked up at the spot where she had hung Erik’s picture, and how empty it looked. She wondered where Erik was now. With a woman, maybe.
One who could make him happy, she thought, refusing to let a tear drop.
She couldn’t allow herself to get sappy, so she pushed the painful thoughts out of her mind and looked around one more time. She’d made arrangements to have all her possessions shipped to L.A., even her car. Everything she owned was on the road, and if everything worked out the way she planned, pretty soon, she would be following close behind.
“Maybe I should have put myself in a box,” she mumbled, still checking in closets and shelves. Being satisfied that no
