any more. She sat back down at the kitchen table knowing the hole inside of her had nothing to do with needing something to eat.
Perfect didn’t feel like this. So alone, like half of her heart was missing.
Clementine mewed again. “What else could I have done?” she asked the cat. “A veterinary degree takes years. I couldn’t expect him to wait.”
The worst part was that he would have. Whitney knew that instinctively. If she’d asked him outright, Tyce would have agreed to wait for her however long it took. That, or he’d have given up everything he had in San Francisco, including his friends and his job, just to chase after her.
So she hadn’t asked.
Oh, how she wished she had, though…
Whitney got up and grabbed her laptop, bringing it over to the table. She wasn’t looking at flights because she actually intended to go to San Francisco, of course. Really, she was just curious to see if she could make the trip to see Sebastian play at the Rose Chalet without missing too many classes at the ranch.
A little research revealed that she could go to her morning class, take a mid-afternoon flight that would get to the chalet in plenty of time for the show, and still make it back to Colorado the next day without missing too much.
Clementine pushed her furry head over the top of the laptop.
“You are incredibly nosy, even for a cat. You know that, right?” Whitney tapped in a few details, then looked up to see Clementine staring at her. “No, of course I’m not actually booking it. I’m just, you know, seeing if I could. Hypothetically speaking. To see if I could get back to see Ty…Sebastian.” Her cat blinked at her, a knowing look in her feline eyes. “What?” challenged Whitney. “I said Sebastian .”
The online system had her log in so that she could see the finer details of booking the tickets, including whether there would be room for Clementine, since Whitney couldn’t exactly just abandon her for a couple of days. Of course, she was going to get to the payment screen and cancel the whole thing. How could she justify a trip like this, right before finals at the end of the first quarter? She had studying to do. Lots and lots of studying, just like the past few months.
At last, the payment screen popped up and she stared at it for several moments, not moving. She ought to close the page. The last thing she should ever do was hit the button to accept the—
Her cat stepped straight onto the computer, either deciding that she’d had enough of Whitney’s dithering...or simply being annoyed that Whitney had been staring at the computer when she could be staring at her.
“ Clementine! ”
Whitney hurried to pick Clementine off the computer. “What have you done?” she demanded, though the answer to that was obvious.
Her payment information had already been in the system...which meant the transaction had been accepted.
She was booked for a flight to San Francisco.
Whitney stared at her cat in what she hoped was a suitably stern way. “All right,” she said at last as relief flooded over her at the knowledge that she’d be seeing Tyce again. “It looks like we’re going to San Francisco. But you’re a very naughty cat.”
Whitney headed off into the bedroom, trying to remember where she’d left Clementine’s carrying cage while the cat yawned and started licking her paws in a spectacularly smug way.
Chapter Thirteen
Tyce sat in his living room at the center of a tangle of wires, the laptop in the middle of it all looking like the control console of a space ship. He cradled his guitar, settling into the comfortable spot on the edge of his chair where he could play it without the arm rests getting in the way. He hit the spacebar to record and started to lay down a rhythm guitar part over a simple beat.
He did this most mornings since Whitney had left, getting ideas down as quickly as they came, recording demo tracks to take to the Rose Chalet, where he’d been regularly
Perfect didn’t feel like this. So alone, like half of her heart was missing.
Clementine mewed again. “What else could I have done?” she asked the cat. “A veterinary degree takes years. I couldn’t expect him to wait.”
The worst part was that he would have. Whitney knew that instinctively. If she’d asked him outright, Tyce would have agreed to wait for her however long it took. That, or he’d have given up everything he had in San Francisco, including his friends and his job, just to chase after her.
So she hadn’t asked.
Oh, how she wished she had, though…
Whitney got up and grabbed her laptop, bringing it over to the table. She wasn’t looking at flights because she actually intended to go to San Francisco, of course. Really, she was just curious to see if she could make the trip to see Sebastian play at the Rose Chalet without missing too many classes at the ranch.
A little research revealed that she could go to her morning class, take a mid-afternoon flight that would get to the chalet in plenty of time for the show, and still make it back to Colorado the next day without missing too much.
Clementine pushed her furry head over the top of the laptop.
“You are incredibly nosy, even for a cat. You know that, right?” Whitney tapped in a few details, then looked up to see Clementine staring at her. “No, of course I’m not actually booking it. I’m just, you know, seeing if I could. Hypothetically speaking. To see if I could get back to see Ty…Sebastian.” Her cat blinked at her, a knowing look in her feline eyes. “What?” challenged Whitney. “I said Sebastian .”
The online system had her log in so that she could see the finer details of booking the tickets, including whether there would be room for Clementine, since Whitney couldn’t exactly just abandon her for a couple of days. Of course, she was going to get to the payment screen and cancel the whole thing. How could she justify a trip like this, right before finals at the end of the first quarter? She had studying to do. Lots and lots of studying, just like the past few months.
At last, the payment screen popped up and she stared at it for several moments, not moving. She ought to close the page. The last thing she should ever do was hit the button to accept the—
Her cat stepped straight onto the computer, either deciding that she’d had enough of Whitney’s dithering...or simply being annoyed that Whitney had been staring at the computer when she could be staring at her.
“ Clementine! ”
Whitney hurried to pick Clementine off the computer. “What have you done?” she demanded, though the answer to that was obvious.
Her payment information had already been in the system...which meant the transaction had been accepted.
She was booked for a flight to San Francisco.
Whitney stared at her cat in what she hoped was a suitably stern way. “All right,” she said at last as relief flooded over her at the knowledge that she’d be seeing Tyce again. “It looks like we’re going to San Francisco. But you’re a very naughty cat.”
Whitney headed off into the bedroom, trying to remember where she’d left Clementine’s carrying cage while the cat yawned and started licking her paws in a spectacularly smug way.
Chapter Thirteen
Tyce sat in his living room at the center of a tangle of wires, the laptop in the middle of it all looking like the control console of a space ship. He cradled his guitar, settling into the comfortable spot on the edge of his chair where he could play it without the arm rests getting in the way. He hit the spacebar to record and started to lay down a rhythm guitar part over a simple beat.
He did this most mornings since Whitney had left, getting ideas down as quickly as they came, recording demo tracks to take to the Rose Chalet, where he’d been regularly
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