function without me,
it’s nice that things won’t fall apart once I return back to the states.” I
took a seat on the opposite end of the sofa, facing him.
“So,
this is definitely a temporary gig?” He sighed, softly.
“Yes
Reid, it always was. I have a life back in California. At least I think I do.”
I whispered.
“Everything
okay between you two?” A few weeks ago if he had asked me that question it
would have been followed by a smirk. Tonight, that wasn’t the case, obvious
concern filled his handsome face.
“I
think so. I was supposed to spend a few days with him in Switzerland and then
the fire happened. I got sick right after that and we haven’t spoken since I
told him I couldn’t see him. Honestly, these past few days I haven’t felt much
like chatting. You could attest to that.” I laughed. “This whole relocation has
put quite a strain on our relationship. We had just gotten settled in together
in California when this opportunity came up.”
“But
he had to see that it was something you couldn’t pass up, right? I mean, this
is every chef’s dream, coming to the rescue of a world famous chef and
restaurateur.” He defended.
“Yeah,
I know, and I do believe that he would have supported me. I just wasn’t
completely honest about my leaving. I took the position without discussing it
with him first, and then I waited a few days before telling him and he heard it
from someone else while everyone we loved was there to celebrate his birthday.”
“Wow.”
He gave a low whistle, hollowing out his cheeks as if pondering the gravity of
my words. “I can understand why he would be upset about that. Don’t get me
wrong, I’m not saying you shouldn’t have taken the job. But, I can see where
that would cause some trust issues.”
“Exactly.
We’ve been trying to get past it but I can’t help feeling like there’s
something holding him back. I know he harbors a strong dislike for you.” I punched
him lightly in the bicep and reached for my phone. “Maybe I should call him,
try to smooth things over again. I swear, I feel like that’s all we ever do
anymore. We never used to fight.” I ran my fingers through my hair. “I love him
with all of my heart. I’m just not sure how we’re going to make it through the
next seven months.”
“Call
him.” He urged, patting me on the hand. “I’m going to take off. It’s obvious
that my work here is done. You are upright and on the mend.” He kissed the back
of my hand. “I must go now.” He stated, dramatically. As I walked him to the
door the phone rang in my hand. I swiped my thumb across the screen, not
looking at it first, before saying goodbye to Reid.
“Bye
Reid, thanks again for everything. I don’t know what I would have done without
you this week.” I shut the door, bringing the phone to my ear. “Hello.” I answered.
“Well,
isn’t it nice to know that in my absence you have Reid there to take care of
you. Seriously Brooke, it truly warms my heart to know that he’s there hanging
out in your apartment with you.” Sarcasm dripped heavily from each spoken word.
I breathed deeply before responding, knowing how he must be feeling given
previous circumstances.
“Hello
to you too, Sebastian. It’s nice to know you still care enough to call.” I
responded, flippantly. I moved to get comfortable on the sofa, fearing we could
be in for a long conversation. I was determined to not let his anger rile me
up, I had just begun to feel better.
“You
mind explaining to me what he was doing, and just exactly what it was that he
did to make you feel better? Please explain, because being this far away really
makes my mind think all sorts of things.”
“Sebastian
Miles! That’s enough. I’m not sure what it is that you are suggesting, but you
know me better than that. For your information, I have been very sick the past
four days. I’ve been bedridden and Reid has been taking care of me, and not in
the way you are
it’s nice that things won’t fall apart once I return back to the states.” I
took a seat on the opposite end of the sofa, facing him.
“So,
this is definitely a temporary gig?” He sighed, softly.
“Yes
Reid, it always was. I have a life back in California. At least I think I do.”
I whispered.
“Everything
okay between you two?” A few weeks ago if he had asked me that question it
would have been followed by a smirk. Tonight, that wasn’t the case, obvious
concern filled his handsome face.
“I
think so. I was supposed to spend a few days with him in Switzerland and then
the fire happened. I got sick right after that and we haven’t spoken since I
told him I couldn’t see him. Honestly, these past few days I haven’t felt much
like chatting. You could attest to that.” I laughed. “This whole relocation has
put quite a strain on our relationship. We had just gotten settled in together
in California when this opportunity came up.”
“But
he had to see that it was something you couldn’t pass up, right? I mean, this
is every chef’s dream, coming to the rescue of a world famous chef and
restaurateur.” He defended.
“Yeah,
I know, and I do believe that he would have supported me. I just wasn’t
completely honest about my leaving. I took the position without discussing it
with him first, and then I waited a few days before telling him and he heard it
from someone else while everyone we loved was there to celebrate his birthday.”
“Wow.”
He gave a low whistle, hollowing out his cheeks as if pondering the gravity of
my words. “I can understand why he would be upset about that. Don’t get me
wrong, I’m not saying you shouldn’t have taken the job. But, I can see where
that would cause some trust issues.”
“Exactly.
We’ve been trying to get past it but I can’t help feeling like there’s
something holding him back. I know he harbors a strong dislike for you.” I punched
him lightly in the bicep and reached for my phone. “Maybe I should call him,
try to smooth things over again. I swear, I feel like that’s all we ever do
anymore. We never used to fight.” I ran my fingers through my hair. “I love him
with all of my heart. I’m just not sure how we’re going to make it through the
next seven months.”
“Call
him.” He urged, patting me on the hand. “I’m going to take off. It’s obvious
that my work here is done. You are upright and on the mend.” He kissed the back
of my hand. “I must go now.” He stated, dramatically. As I walked him to the
door the phone rang in my hand. I swiped my thumb across the screen, not
looking at it first, before saying goodbye to Reid.
“Bye
Reid, thanks again for everything. I don’t know what I would have done without
you this week.” I shut the door, bringing the phone to my ear. “Hello.” I answered.
“Well,
isn’t it nice to know that in my absence you have Reid there to take care of
you. Seriously Brooke, it truly warms my heart to know that he’s there hanging
out in your apartment with you.” Sarcasm dripped heavily from each spoken word.
I breathed deeply before responding, knowing how he must be feeling given
previous circumstances.
“Hello
to you too, Sebastian. It’s nice to know you still care enough to call.” I
responded, flippantly. I moved to get comfortable on the sofa, fearing we could
be in for a long conversation. I was determined to not let his anger rile me
up, I had just begun to feel better.
“You
mind explaining to me what he was doing, and just exactly what it was that he
did to make you feel better? Please explain, because being this far away really
makes my mind think all sorts of things.”
“Sebastian
Miles! That’s enough. I’m not sure what it is that you are suggesting, but you
know me better than that. For your information, I have been very sick the past
four days. I’ve been bedridden and Reid has been taking care of me, and not in
the way you are
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