“Go home to D.C., Alex,” I said, exhausted—mentally, physically, and emotionally. “You have a business to run.” Even as I said the words, my stomach lurched at the thought of an ocean separating us again.
I was a mess. I had no clue what I wanted, my thoughts raced too fast for me to latch onto any of them, and—
“I resigned as CEO, effective one month ago.”
That shocked me out of my reverie. “What?” He was the most ambitious person I knew, and he’d been CEO for less than a year.
Why hadn’t I heard about this? Then again, I didn’t follow financial news, and I’d avoided any news about Alex himself.
Alex shrugged. “I couldn’t stay on as CEO while spending all my time in London with you, so I resigned,” he said matter-of-factly, like he hadn’t given up his life’s work on a whim. Except Alex did nothing on a whim. He thought through every move, and his latest one made no sense. Not unless…
I squashed the brief flare of hope before it could blossom into something greater.
“But what about money and expenses?” I realized how dumb that question was the second I asked it.
Alex’s mouth tilted up. “I have enough in stocks, investments, and savings to last me the rest of my life. I worked because I wanted to. But now, I want to do something else.”
I swallowed, my pulse thundering. “What’s that?”
“Win you back. No matter how long it takes.”