I found a place fast, and whoever owned it had real taste.
It came with a sunroom, and coming home to a drink out there at the end of a workday felt like a small luxury.
Aiden came by every now and then.
He said that whenever I was ready to let somebody in again, he wanted to take a number and stand first in line.
The one thing souring all of it was Weston refusing to leave me alone.
I blocked every number he had, and he simply borrowed another phone and called again.
I turned down every invitation he sent, and a fresh armful of red roses landed on my desk at work anyway.
By then, the whole office knew Weston was chasing me.
He and I did not live under the same kind of spotlight.
His engagement to Sloane had been everywhere, and every colleague I had knew his face.
The people who
