Accidental Love (Accidental Hook-Up 1)

“Or the payment. That works too.” I gazed at him and took in his slacks and dress shirt, which was his standard uniform. “Have a good day. Working late?”

“Not if I can help it.” Remy kissed me firmly before pouring some coffee into a travel cup. He walked into the garage and I smiled as the door closed, moving my eyes to the sunny skies outside. I sighed and turned on a podcast to listen to while I worked, sipping coffee like my life depended on it.

Melinda poured coffee for Thomas before he left for work and made us a quick breakfast. She knew I was working hard and took great care of me. All of us. I knew it was why I stayed here in part, but I also loved the proximity of the beach.

I nibbled on my toast and eggs as we talked about the day, enjoying the break. I knew I’d be here all day working and looked forward to the walk on the beach later with Remy. Melinda was going to do some shopping, and I told her to be safe before getting back to work in the quiet house.

CHAPTER TEN

Remy

I arrived to work early to get some work done since the clients were piling up. Our firm was getting to be one of the most well-known in the area and my work hours proved that. It was hard being away from home so much despite Celia’s support and I missed the time with her.

I made coffee and went to my office to start working. Rick would be in shortly to help and I warmed up my computer as I stared out of the windows. The sun was rising slowly, and I cursed my hours as I sipped my coffee.

I had the better part of seven months with Celia to enjoy my normal work hours. I got promoted after six and started working more, but I was bringing in more money. Celia didn’t consider her money in the bank as something to spend and I think that she resented it sometimes. She worked as hard as I did to build a name for herself.

I was trying to save up for our own place. I’d talked to Celia about buying a beach house once upon a time and now that we were together, I wanted to do it. With my savings along with Celia’s work, we could dip into the inheritance and find something nice.

“Morning, Remy,” Rick said from the door as I glanced over. “Vic gave his notice to me last night. I forgot to tell you. He’s going with some firm in the PNW and we get to replace him. I already have something out there to get some interest.”

“Great. He’ll be tough to replace.” I said as Rick nodded. Vic was one of our best and quick with the ideas. I’d gotten close to him.

“I am going to see what comes in and get started on the project. I’ll keep you posted.” He disappeared, and I sat for a moment, considering the news. Vic worked as much as we did and if we didn’t get someone, that knew what they were doing, we’d be working that much more. I wondered where he was going to work and thought of Ian’s company. I hadn’t thought about him much or even looked online to see what was going on over there. I had everything better here now.

I got back to work and designed the logo for the new store in town that was going to quickly become the most popular one here. They needed a series of projects done and soon, so I was tackling it as much as I can.

I got home at eight that night and skipped the walk with Celia. She was sleeping on the couch after writing all damn day and I carried her to bed before sitting with my mom on the couch for a while. “I don’t know why she does that. She doesn’t need the money.” I said softly as I sipped a beer.

“She wants to prove herself, Rem. It might seem like the inheritance is a good thing but for her, it’s a curse. It’s a reminder of what she is missing, and she doesn’t want to acknowledge that deep down. She’ll get to it when she needs to but right now, she’s working and happy. Tired, but happy.”

“I know. I just hate seeing her kill herself this way.” I told Mom about losing Vic and how we were going to hire someone, possibly adding to my own hours.

“I know, honey. She’s going to keep it up until she decides to stop. That’s Celia for you.” Mom sipped her tea and smiled at me.

“I want to give her everything down the line. I want us to get a place on the beach. She loves it here so much. I want her to know that I am here for her.” I felt like a pussy talking like this about a woman after playing the field for so long. It was Celia though, and she had probably always been it for me.