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“You really thought I’d leave?”
He nods.
“Gramps, I love you and I love this place. There is no getting rid of me.”
He stands, holding his hand out to me. I take it as he wraps his arms around me. The smell of tobacco is heavy. It’s comforting. It reminds me of every time I had a skinned knee when I was little and he was there to make it better.
“Then I think it’s about time I made it official.”
“What?”
“Manager. You want to run this place?”
I pull back, wiping the leaking tears from my eyes. “Are you serious?”
“It’s yours.”
Tears fall unchecked as I wrap my arms back around Gramps. “Thank you.”
“I should be telling you I’m sorry. I just wish you didn’t have to get your heart broken.”
“It really sucks.” Now that the tears have started, I don’t know if I’ll get them to stop.
“Love is never easy.”
“I wish it were.”
“But if Blake loves you like I suspect he does, you two will find your way.”
If only.
ChapterTwenty-Six
BLAKE
The lapping of the waves against the shore pulls me out of my restless sleep. The last few days have been a blur. With the studio approving the first drafts of the script and casting underway, they want to shoot the pilot to send it out to interested buyers for streaming rights.
It’s been a lot of long nights finalizing it in order to start scouting potential locations today.
The loud chirping of my phone cuts through the empty bedroom.
“Hello?” My voice is gravelly.
“You ready to start casting today?” Clint’s voice booms through the line.
“How long have you been awake?” I rub the sleep from my eyes.
The sounds of the city waking up filter through my open window.
“Since five.” A knock sounds on my door. “Now come let me in.”
Fuck.
It’s too early to deal with anyone, let alone Clint when he’s in a good mood. And that’s always on a day when we start filming.
I drag myself out of bed, throwing on the first pair of sweats I find. I didn’t do a single goddamn thing yesterday.
Is this what it feels like to have your heart ripped from your chest?
