CHAPTERTHIRTY-SEVEN
TRAVIS
THREE MONTHS LATER
“You can setthe computers and printer over there,” I say, directing the delivery drivers as they wheel a big hunk of plastic and boxes into the building. At random moments, like right now, I think about Viola. Though it’s been six months since she left for Boston, it seems like yesterday, and each day she’s not here is heartbreaking torture. Randomly we text back and forth, but it’s not the same. Honestly, it hasn’t been since she left without allowing me to explain myself fully. She took my heart with her, and I’m waiting for her to personally deliver it back to me. To this day, the only woman I want is the one who stole my heart—Viola Fisher.
Somehow, I’ve managed to stay busy and put my focus on getting my business off the ground. The sign for King Marketing will arrive in the next thirty minutes and is being installed on the outside of the modest building I leased. The sign in the office that hangs on the wall behind the reception desk has the logo on it,King Marketing: Where you’re treated like royalty.I laugh at the memory of Drew giving me so much shit over it too, but now he says I should have the logo printed on T-shirts so he can proudly wear it.
As I stand back and look at the reception desk and the open office space, I think about how proud Viola is that I really did it. I started my own business. I don’t burden her with all the details, knowing she’s staying plenty busy right now, but I know Drew is keeping her up to date. With the holidays approaching, the grand opening and scissor-cutting ceremony aren’t until after the new year. I’ve invited community leaders, potential clients, and even the mayor, but the only person I want to be there isher.
As I look around, I remember how empowering it was to leave Crawford Marketing five months ago. The accident and Viola leaving was the wake-up call I needed. Going after my dreams is scary as fuck, but the reward is so much greater than the risk, and so far, I haven’t regretted my decision. I now laugh at the day I took control of my career and gave Crawford Marketing the hypothetical middle finger. Blake was reaming my ass, as usual, something about not using time stamps on printed documents, and it all just clicked. There was no way I could stay there any longer—not with the tension, the lies, and the whole corporate vibe.
As Blake continued to shout at me, I stood and started grabbing small items off my desk and tossing them into my briefcase. He was so far up his own ass that he didn’t even realize what I was doing. After asking him if he was done, I told him I quit. Hilariously, he told me I couldn’t quit and demanded I get my ass back to my desk. I laughed in his face and walked out of my office without looking back. All the stress that miserable job caused instantly disappeared when I took my final step out the door. I wished I would have done it sooner.
The following day, I wrote out my business plan and continued to push forward on opening my own marketing firm. As ready as I am, and knowing I’ve given it my all, I’m still nervous as fuck because failing is not an option.
Once the computers and printer are set up, I realize I should’ve hired an IT person to make sure the networking is installed correctly. Remembering Viola mentioning Courtney being a computer genius, which still shocks the shit out of me, I decide to ask Drew for her number.
Travis
Hey, do you have Courtney’s number by chance?
Drew
Who?
Travis
Courtney. Has the hots for you. Viola’s crazy blonde friend. Usually parading around in cowgirl boots and red lipstick.
Drew
Thanks for such a vivid picture. No, I don’t, but I’ll ask Viola for it.
He sends it back to me in under a minute. I’m sure Viola was more than willing to give it to him, probably because she thinks Drew wants to ask Courtney on a date or something. It actually makes me laugh. I would’ve texted Viola and asked myself, but our conversations haven’t been anything more than small talk or pictures of Gryff. She texts me about her job duties and her friend, Liam. She posts pictures of them together on Instagram, and it drives me insane that she’s spending so much time with him even though she swears they’re only friends.
I don’t tell her how much it hurts to have her gone or not to know where we stand. I don’t tell her it feels as if we’re in limbo, and I have no idea if she’ll ever move back or if we’ll ever be anusagain. I don’t tell her any of those things because I fear it’ll scare her away forever.
Although I’ve given her the space she’s clearly asked for, it’s killing me inside. I want to beg her to come back to me, tell her I need her, and that every day since she’s been gone has been the worst day of my life. But I know that isn’t fair to her. She’s worked so hard for this opportunity, and I can’t be the one to get in the way of it. I know she’s making a life in Boston, and although it still pains me to know she doesn’t trust me, I’m not giving up on us. I’ll never give up on us and will do whatever it takes to gain her trust back. I know she’ll be home soon for the holidays, and that’ll be my chance to lay it all out for her. She won’t leave again without knowing exactly where I stand.
Union International will more than likely offer her a full-time position. They would be idiots not to, but it’ll be her decision to accept or decline.
The selfish part of me hopes she hates the snow as much as she hates the rain and will come back to sunny California without a second thought.
The loud sound of a truck entering the parking lot directs my attention out the window, and I see the sign installers have arrived. I stand outside as they use a lift to attach the sign to the outside of the building, and I’m so damn excited about it. I snap a picture and send it to Viola with the message.
Travis
It’s really happening.
Viola
That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you ??
Her words mean the world to me.
Travis