The next day I was up early getting ready to open. My apartment upstairs was perfect, except it was lonely. I still hadn’t figured out what I was going to do with the second bedroom, but that would come eventually.
I checked my phone when I headed downstairs and nearly tripped down the stairs. Max sent me a text at four o’clock wishing me luck with the grand re-opening. I wasn’t surprised he knew, but it made my breath catch to hear from him after so long without a word. I’d assumed he’d moved on since he never contacted me.
Distance gave me perspective. The more I’d gotten to know Abby the more I loved her, and the more I loved Max for helping her. I still wished he’d told me what was going on. Abby and I could have become friends earlier. But I also decided I wasn’t going to wish my li
