Page 15 of The Path to Loving Him
“This depressed feeling.”
“Depressed?” she asks, confused. “Why the hell are you depressed? You had amazing sex. How is that depressing?”
“It’s depressing because I now know what amazing sex is, and I know for a fact I will never have it again. I never should have even considered your asinine idea of making a move on Ryland Rowley. Now look at me, depressed and sad. Sometimes I can still feel him between my legs when I walk.”
Bower smirks. “That’s hot.”
“Bower,” I complain and nudge her with my foot. “You ruined me.”
She shakes her head. “No, Ryland Rowley ruined you. I just encouraged you.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have.” I set the cherries down and curl in on myself. “I can’t stop thinking about it, and it’s depressing.For one, I shouldn’t be thinking about the jerk who didn’t even remember who I was. Or the jerk who couldn’t bother to show up to my interview. But because he made me come multiple times in one night, he’s all I can think about, and he’s all my body wants. Like . . . I feel needy, Bower.”
She chuckles. “That’s what a good dick will do to you. It will make you feel needy.”
“Bower, I don’t want to feel needy for a dick.”
She continues to laugh. “Unfortunately, we have no control over it.”
I groan and stare at the ceiling. “This is stupid. All of this is stupid. I really needed that job. I thought I had a chance, especially since my teaching abilities speak for themselves, let alone my coaching and how I was able to help my brother reach the minor leagues. It’s just so . . . so . . .”
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
“Is that your phone?” Bower asks.
I glance at the coffee table where my phone vibrates against the hard wood, an Almond Bay number flashing across the screen.
I feel my breath steel in my chest as I reach for the phone.
“Who is it?” Bower asks.
“I don’t know, but it’s an Almond Bay number.”
She nudges me with her foot.
“Well, answer it.”
I swipe on my phone and put it on speaker. “Hello?”
“Hello, is this Miss Brinkman?”
“It is,” I say, feeling my nerves dance in my stomach.
“Hello, Miss Brinkman. This is David Ganbear. How are you today?”
My mouth falls open as I squeeze my eyes shut, all hope riding on this phone call that I never expected to receive.
“I’m doing great. How are you?”
“Good, good. I’m calling you about the job you interviewed for on Friday.” Bower shakes my foot quietly, her excitement making me giddy. Please don’t let this be a rejection. “We thought you would be perfect for the position and want to offer you a teaching job as well as the assistant coaching position.”
Holy shit.
Oh my God.
Is this a joke?
Please don’t let it be a joke. I don’t think my heart can handle it.
