New York City. I can't stand the place. But when an offer to move to NYC includes a fast track to partner at a well-respected law firm, there's no way I can decline.
My move to the city goes exactly according to plan, everything falling perfectly into place...until the elevator door in my new apartment building opens, and I come face to face with my past.
Four years ago we parted ways, neither of us willing to change our future career plans. We were too stubborn, too ambitious, and refused to make sacrifices. To add salt to the wound, she ended the year dating my roommate.
But right now, staring at her beautiful face after all this time, I can still feel it. The attraction, the desire--it's palpable. Four years ago, I wanted forever with Anna. Now, I'm a different man. A relationship isn't in the cards. She threw that chance away.
But that doesn't mean we can't have fun...right?
Chewie and I only have to wait a minute for the elevator. We walk in, and I hum a bit as I scratch her floppy mass of hair. The elevator door slides to close. A hand shoots through the gap to force the door open. I tighten my grip on Chewie’s leash as she attempts to lunge forward to say hello. “Chewie!” I scold.
I grip the leash tightly to keep her at my side. Once I have my shaggy girl under control, I raise my head and see the man standing on the threshold of the elevator. My mouth drops open. My lungs contract.
Hazel eyes I haven’t seen in four years stare back at me. The blue-gray suit offsets those chameleon eyes, casting a bluer hue. The short, trimmed beard makes him appear older and more distinguished. The dark, curly, college student hair, now cut in a shorter, controlled, professional style, says business.
My skin tingles. From shock or from being in his presence again, I’m not sure.
Jackson’s eyes flick between me and my rambunctious, shaggy brown beast. “Anna?”
“Jackson?” Chewie attempts to jump on him, and I give a quick pull on the leash and command, “Sit.” I close my mouth, but I’m still gaping. How could I not be? Jackson lives in Atlanta. I never thought I’d see him again. That door closed.
About the author:
Isabel Jolie is the mother of two strong, kindhearted girls and she’s been married to her supportive, romantic husband for over fifteen years. Isabel received a BA Journalism from the University of North Carolina and an MBA from New York University. She has a business background in advertising and marketing. Wine, falling snow, good friends, and a delicious book with all the feels are a few of her favorite things.