do.”
“Bay, don’t act like I’m choosing this over you. I chose my last job for you. So I could stay with you. This opportunity is more than a job. It will affect our future.”
I want to snap back that this will only affect his future for the best, not mine. It’s not like we’re married or anything. But I swallow back my bitchy replies and smile because even though we aren’t married, I am still the girlfriend and I plan to stay that way. “It’s fine, babe. I get it. I’ll survive.”
“ We’ll survive,” he says. “Don’t think I won’t miss you like crazy because I will.”
I roll my eyes. He doesn’t need to sound like such a martyr. I know just as much as he does that travelling around with the rich and famous isn’t in any way a form of survival. It’s luxury living and he’ll get paid for it, too.
Still, it’s pretty freaking awesome that I’m dating a guy who hangs out with the rich and famous. Jace steals the thoughts right out of my head. “Plus I’m going to take you with me every chance I get.”
“Really?” I ask as I grip the phone tighter.
“Totally. Whatever I’m doing over Christmas break, you’ll be with me.”
Shit. Speaking of Christmas…my birthday is at the start of December. Jace and I had made plans to hang out at my town’s Winter Festival, eat tons of junk food and then have a sleepover in front of the fireplace. He had promised to block off his training schedule for those two days so he could spend them with me. “I guess you won’t be able to come to the Winter Festival,” I say as I gnaw on my bottom lip. “Or…my birthday.”
“I will be there,” Jace says, almost too quickly. How could he even know that?”
“You will?” I ask suspiciously.
“Of course, Babe. I won’t miss your birthday.”
“Promise?”
There’s a pause and I feel my heart drop into my stomach. “No. I can’t promise. But I will try.”
I blink back tears and tell myself to stop being such a baby. Birthdays are just another day. It’s not that big of a deal. “I guess a happy surprise is better than a broken promise,” I say in an effort to look on the bright side of things. Because even though this situation completely sucks, at least I still have the world’s greatest boyfriend.
“I love you, Bayleigh,” Jace says. “And that one is a promise.”
Chapter 2
An annoying beeping sound wakes me up at six a.m. on Saturday morning. With a groan and a mental threat to murder whoever or whatever is making the noise, I throw off the covers and scramble out of bed to my second floor window.
The sun is barely peeking out above the horizon but it’s enough light for me to see the massive side of a rented moving truck. The beeping sound continues as the truck backs into the driveway next door. I guess it’s about time that someone moved into that house since it had been vacant for months, but did they have to move in at six in the freaking morning? I don’t even wake up this early on school days.
My little brother Bentley crashes into my room in the next instant, screaming my name and jumping on my bed. He stops once he hits my sheets and looks around, confused as to why I’m not under them. When he sees me, he laughs and rushes over to the window and presses his tiny hands to the glass. “Bay, did you see the truck?”
He points to the truck and looks back at me. “It’s huge!”
I nod and try to seem enthusiastic for his sake. The kid loves trucks, heavy machinery and anything that makes noise. He also loves waking up at the butt crack of dawn. “It’s cool, dude,” I tell him in the middle of a yawn.
“We should go downstairs and meet them,” he says. “Maybe they have kids my age.”
I smile at him. “I don’t know about that, it’s kind of early.” And I’m dying to get back to sleep. “Maybe you can go back to bed and Mom can take you to go meet them later today.”
Bentley ignores my polite hints to leave my room and grabs my arm.
“Bay, don’t act like I’m choosing this over you. I chose my last job for you. So I could stay with you. This opportunity is more than a job. It will affect our future.”
I want to snap back that this will only affect his future for the best, not mine. It’s not like we’re married or anything. But I swallow back my bitchy replies and smile because even though we aren’t married, I am still the girlfriend and I plan to stay that way. “It’s fine, babe. I get it. I’ll survive.”
“ We’ll survive,” he says. “Don’t think I won’t miss you like crazy because I will.”
I roll my eyes. He doesn’t need to sound like such a martyr. I know just as much as he does that travelling around with the rich and famous isn’t in any way a form of survival. It’s luxury living and he’ll get paid for it, too.
Still, it’s pretty freaking awesome that I’m dating a guy who hangs out with the rich and famous. Jace steals the thoughts right out of my head. “Plus I’m going to take you with me every chance I get.”
“Really?” I ask as I grip the phone tighter.
“Totally. Whatever I’m doing over Christmas break, you’ll be with me.”
Shit. Speaking of Christmas…my birthday is at the start of December. Jace and I had made plans to hang out at my town’s Winter Festival, eat tons of junk food and then have a sleepover in front of the fireplace. He had promised to block off his training schedule for those two days so he could spend them with me. “I guess you won’t be able to come to the Winter Festival,” I say as I gnaw on my bottom lip. “Or…my birthday.”
“I will be there,” Jace says, almost too quickly. How could he even know that?”
“You will?” I ask suspiciously.
“Of course, Babe. I won’t miss your birthday.”
“Promise?”
There’s a pause and I feel my heart drop into my stomach. “No. I can’t promise. But I will try.”
I blink back tears and tell myself to stop being such a baby. Birthdays are just another day. It’s not that big of a deal. “I guess a happy surprise is better than a broken promise,” I say in an effort to look on the bright side of things. Because even though this situation completely sucks, at least I still have the world’s greatest boyfriend.
“I love you, Bayleigh,” Jace says. “And that one is a promise.”
Chapter 2
An annoying beeping sound wakes me up at six a.m. on Saturday morning. With a groan and a mental threat to murder whoever or whatever is making the noise, I throw off the covers and scramble out of bed to my second floor window.
The sun is barely peeking out above the horizon but it’s enough light for me to see the massive side of a rented moving truck. The beeping sound continues as the truck backs into the driveway next door. I guess it’s about time that someone moved into that house since it had been vacant for months, but did they have to move in at six in the freaking morning? I don’t even wake up this early on school days.
My little brother Bentley crashes into my room in the next instant, screaming my name and jumping on my bed. He stops once he hits my sheets and looks around, confused as to why I’m not under them. When he sees me, he laughs and rushes over to the window and presses his tiny hands to the glass. “Bay, did you see the truck?”
He points to the truck and looks back at me. “It’s huge!”
I nod and try to seem enthusiastic for his sake. The kid loves trucks, heavy machinery and anything that makes noise. He also loves waking up at the butt crack of dawn. “It’s cool, dude,” I tell him in the middle of a yawn.
“We should go downstairs and meet them,” he says. “Maybe they have kids my age.”
I smile at him. “I don’t know about that, it’s kind of early.” And I’m dying to get back to sleep. “Maybe you can go back to bed and Mom can take you to go meet them later today.”
Bentley ignores my polite hints to leave my room and grabs my arm.
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