Page 80 of Someone Exactly Like Me (Wounded Hearts 1)
“I haven’t decided yet. It’s the opportunity of lifetime. I wasn’t going to go because of the money, but he just sent me $4,000.00 for my time in showing him around.”
“So, the man you like, whose life is going in a different direction than yours, has invited you to Italy to show you around and he’s sent you $4,000.00?”
“Mom, cut it out. I hear that thing in your voice.”
“What thing?” She tries to feign innocence and deny it.
“The thing that’s all curious and hopeful.”
“Can I help it that I want my daughter to find love and be happy? It’s been years since that idiot fiancé of yours broke your heart and I worry about you. As your mother, that’s my job.”
“Well, I appreciate that, Mom, but Nicco isn’t my Prince Charming. He’s become a friend and that’s all he can be.”
“Fair enough. I don’t want to meddle. You know, sweetheart, Creative Artists has a few openings. I know it’s not ideal and you don’t want to be cooped up in a building, tied to a desk all day, but it would be steady income. And you could still write on the side. You know I can put in a good word for you.”
I sigh. The thought sours my stomach. I know she’s trying to help and I love her for it. The one thing I never wanted to do in life is have my career be tied to making someone else rich.
“I know, Mom, and I appreciate that, I really do. I’m not ready to throw in the towel just yet. With this book and access to Nicco’s audience, I might just be able to climb out of my slump.”
“Okay. If you change your mind, I’m here to help.”
“I know.”
“And sweetheart, God has prepared your Prince Charming for you and sent him on his way to find you. He’ll find you when you’re ready to open yourself up to him.”
“Thanks, Mom. I love you.”
“I love you too. Let me know if you decide to go.”
That night before I go to bed, I get a text from Nicco with a beautiful landscape of the location where he’s working.
Nicco:It’s beautiful here. It reminds me of Ranch Inn. I wish you could be here to see it.
Me:So beautiful.
Nicco:Have you decided? We should get your ticket soon.
Me:Not yet.
Nicco:What’s making you hesitate?
My fear of not being able tonothave feelings for you andnotwant you to kiss me again.
Me:I don’t have a good answer.
Nicco:Then come.
I stare at my phone. “Then come.” stares at me, tugs at me. Going to Italy would be such an incredible experience. My research and my writing would be so authentic.Ugh.My heart wants to be with him again.
Me:I’ll come.
Nicco:That makes me happy.
Me:When should I come?
Nicco:Come next Friday and plan to stay until the following Sunday. Fly into Rome. Let me know your travel plans when you have them.
Me:I will.
