I’ll be there in a couple minutes, sweetheart.
I sat at the dining table, still in the same pencil skirt and blouse because I’d gone back to work after finishing up at the courthouse. My job at the investment company was posh and sterile, the office renovated on the inside for a modern look, even though it was inside an old building. The adviser I worked for was married with two kids and an overall nice guy. I hadn’t spoken to Bastien all day, so when he texted me, it was without preamble. He just said what he wanted without caring if I wanted the same thing.
I did want the same thing, but now there was a weight on my heart.
It was heavy with the warning I shouldn’t heed—that I’d left one bad relationship and stepped into a worse one. Worse but for different reasons.
But even if Adrien
