Nic heard a knock at his hotel door. His heart skipped a beat.
He glanced at the time—six-thirty at night. He set his drink down and crossed the room.
The day had been s**t, frankly. He’d barely eaten. All he could think about was Cat, and a few times Cat and the asshole. He hoped she’d found the guts to tell him to take a long walk off a short pier.
But he also knew there was a chance she’d take him back, and Nic would never see her again.
He opened the door. Standing before him in the same pink dress as earlier, Cat gave him a tentative smile.
“I told Jack we’re through. He’s on a flight back to Austin.”
Excellent. Nic paused, thinking about his next move. “Come in.”
She strode to the middle of the room and pivoted to face him. She looked adorable—bright eyes focused on him, waiti
