I haven’t taken Emma’s advice about calling Isaac, and the longer he doesn’t call me, either, the angrier I get at both of them. Why would she suggest I grovel to him when he was the one who was rude? I don’t have time for rude.
I also miss him like crazy. I miss his beard scruff on my thighs and his snarky text messages. I miss sitting at my house and working next to him, yet not feeling suffocated by him.
Ever since we set our course with Augusto, work has been like a high speed boat race, and I’m loving getting splashed with the sea foam. Everything is thrilling, from deciding which designers to hire to mapping out production schedules. It might be possible I’m fast tracking everything so that I’m working around the clock and not taking time to dwell on my confusing feelings.
Augu
