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Chapter One

HOLLY

“So…. I— I didn’t get it.”

My lip quivered as I told him. It was a humbling admission, a shit end to a very shit day. But I felt better in saying it. Much better now that it was finally out.

“Oh honey,” Malcolm said, laying his hand over mine. “That really stinks.”

I took as much comfort as I could from my boyfriend’s touch. The promotion was mine, by every right. Among my team I had seniority, and I was certainly doing the best job. I’d even been working tons of extra hours for it, sitting at my desk late into the evening, un

til my ass was asleep long after I should be.

“They gave it to Louis,” I sniffed, choking back tears. All the way here, I’d promised myself I wouldn’t cry. “Can you believe that? Fucking Louis…”

Malcolm nodded sympathetically. It was all he could do — his mouth was already full of another bite of cheeseburger.

“I—I mean, how the hell do you pick Louis, when he hasn’t even been—”

“Holly, stop.”

I looked up at him as Malcolm squeezed my hand. He handed me his napkin, which wasn’t exactly clean. I dabbed the corners of my eyes with it anyway, wondering if anyone else at the greasy little diner was looking at me.

“Please, give me your keychain.”

Keychain?

I blinked rapidly, driving the tears away. What could he possibly want with my—

Oh my God.

My heart soared. My whole body started to tingle. Suddenly all that nasty business at work seemed inconsequential.

He’s going to ask you to move in with him!

For the first time all day, a smile cracked my lips. I reached into my bag almost reverently, pushing past my phone. The screen was still shattered of course, from when I’d dropped it earlier in the day. But none of that mattered now.

Malcolm smiled as he took my all-too large keychain from my trembling, outstretched hand.

“I— I want you to know this means everything to me,” I said, trying once again to keep the tears at bay. But they were tears of joy this time, so I wasn’t trying all that hard. “Especially after the day I’ve had,” I sighed. “Especially after—”

I watched anxiously, waiting for him to bring it out — the key to his apartment. I’d been staying there three out of four nights a week, anyway. It only made sense for us to move in together.

Thank God.