I survived a week at Blackridge. Barely.
I didn’t have to see him every day. His schedule was packed, meetings stacked on meetings, and for that, I thanked God, or whatever was left of my sanity.
We only crossed paths once, just once. He didn’t say a word, but he didn’t need to. My skin burned under his gaze, my heartbeat loud enough I was sure everyone in the room could hear it, and then he left.
I told myself it was a good thing, that distance was exactly what I needed, that maybe, just maybe, if this kept up, I could get through this internship without completely losing my mind. But even as I thought about it, I knew it wasn’t that simple.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” I asked Lana, folding my clothes into my travel bag.
“No.”
I paused, glancing at her. “Lana, com
