Manage My Heart (New Year New Me 2)

“Let me guess. West?”

“Why don’t you come to see?” She waves a tiny, white envelope.

This gift is different. It’s personal. He knows I’ve been dying to get one of these since I discovered them while browsing the website for thank you gifts to send to a client. My hands shake slightly as I open it.

I left. I only wish I’d done it sooner, so you wouldn’t doubt me or my intentions.

“You left what?” I whisper.

“What happened?”

“I’m not sure?” I hand her the note.

“Did he leave London?” Jenay asks.

“Maybe. But that would mean the deal went through or was rejected.” I long to call him and find out what’s happening, but I shut the idea down immediately. I’m standing my ground. “Do you think I’m ridiculous, Je?”

She smiles. “No, but I think he’ll make it impossible for you to continue ignoring him.”

“What do you mean?”

Her smile widens. “Why don’t we wait and see.”

“I don’t like that look.”

“He’s obviously working his way toward redemption. You should let him try.” She shrugs.

“Yesterday, you were all for me telling him where to go,” I say.

“Yes, but that was before.” She snags one of the pink donuts off a stick and takes a bite.

“Before what?” I place my hand on my hip.

“He showed you how well he knows you and how sorry he really is.” She speaks around a mouth full of food.

I stomp my foot. “Saying it with flowers doesn’t mean he gets off the hook.”

“No, but it is a start.”

A start to what? To rebuilding our friendship or working relationship? Does he want me back in his office, scheduling his life, or is this about more? My stomach flutters. Could he feel the same way I do? Then why did he send me away? Feeling the frustration rise, I retreat to my room. My computer chimes.

“Isn’t this your boss?” The email from my mom intrigues me. I open it, and my jaw drops at the article.

In a shocking move, CEO Weston Rogers leaves Alby Software.

What the hell are you doing, Weston? I pick up the phone and hit the speed dial.

“So it was the donuts and cake pops that broke through your silence?” he asks smugly.

“No. The article about you leaving Alby did! What the hell are you playing at?”

“That got around fast. There are more important things than working for a company that makes me do things I can’t stomach.” His calm infuriates me. Everything he’s done since I’ve known him has been to get on Alby’s good side.

“Such as?”

“My dignity. Us.”

“Us? I was pretty sure there wasn’t an us.”