Chapter 50
Ordinary events in an ordinary life. I could not give up that dream for anyone.
But what if that wasn’t what he wanted?
I sighed and downed the rest of my coffee. There was only one way of finding out, wasn’t there? 4
After breakfast, I went back home and spent an hour and a half on my treadmill running at a furious speed, followed by a hot shower, and a three-hour long nap in my soft bed. When I woke, I cooked an elaborate lunch, scrubbed my kitchen until it was so clean I could eat from the floor, and vacuumed the entire house. I rushed through the hours with my breath caught in my throat, not allowing myself to think about anything.
Or anyone.
Especially not beautiful bastard exes that still had the power to make my heart go pitter-patter. Clearly, I’d fooled myself thinking I’d been over him.