Free Hardwired (The Hardwired Series) (Volume 1) by Meredith Wild Page A

Tesla stock do you own?”
    “I got in on the second round of funding, so quite a bit.”
    “Of course you did,” I mumbled.
    Blake made his way into the city in record time and with little regard for pedestrians and traffic laws, but somehow I still felt safe and relieved to have the campus in the rearview. We rode the rest of the way in silence until Blake pulled into a reserved parking space across from the clock tower.

    * * *
    The Black Rose was an Irish pub in the heart of Boston, a few steps away from the famous Faneuil Hall and Quincy Market. Inside, a dark wood bar lined one end of the restaurant and coats of arms from the motherland covered the walls. Blake and I settled into a quiet corner of the restaurant where we could watch the people outside going about their day, including tourists, bankers, and men driving horse-drawn carriages.
    The cute young waitress was cheery and asked for our order with an Irish lilt that made me think of my favorite professor who was also leaving in a few short weeks.
    “Two Irish breakfasts and two Guinnesses,” Blake said, handing her our menus and promptly returning his attention back to me.
    “Do you always order for other people?”
    “I didn’t want you to battle with yourself over ordering a pint so early in the day.”
    He leaned in, showcasing his biceps that were peeking out of the sleeves his T-shirt that featured the Initech logo from Office Space . He had no business looking so unprofessional on a workday.
    “Tell me why you were crying.”
    I shook my head, emotionally drained and unprepared to be with Blake at this moment in time. “Maybe this was a bad idea.”
    I started to get up, but Blake took my hand.
    “Hey, I’m sorry.”
    I paused, wanting desperately to be falling apart somewhere where Blake wasn’t in the audience.
    “Stay,” he said.
    My anger melted away. I sat back down, letting my hand stay in his. His touch had a calming effect that I both resented and cherished.
    “Why did you want to see me, Blake?”
    “Well, for one, you didn’t give me a chance to say goodbye. Do you always run off like that?”
    “I didn’t think you’d care,” I said, embarrassed about the whole affair, even though I’d thought of almost nothing else since I left his suite two days ago. “Anyway, I had an early flight home.”
    “Have you heard from Max?”
    I took a deep breath, relieved to be talking business again. “Yes, we’re meeting next week.”
    “How’s the housing hunt going?”
    I rolled my eyes and groaned. “Now that Alli is officially moving to New York, I suppose it just got simpler.”
    “That doesn’t sound like good news.”
    “Yeah, I’ll have to start dressing myself again, which will be tough,” I joked.
    I wasn’t lying, but obviously her fashion sense wouldn’t be the only thing I’d miss. Alli was my best friend, my confidante, my wing-woman. I still couldn’t believe my roomy wouldn’t be my roomy anymore. We’d only be an hour’s flight away, but I held onto an irrational fear that our lives would begin moving in different directions that would eventually take their toll on the friendship we’d worked so hard to build. Only time would tell.
    “I have a good broker.” Blake fished a business card out of his wallet and handed it to me. Fiona Landon, Licensed Real Estate Broker .
    “If she’s related to you, I doubt she’d have anything in my price range.”
    “She’s my little sister, and you never know. She’s known for digging up good finds. Just tell her I sent you.”
    I sighed. “I told you about my situation to make conversation. It wasn’t a cry for help. I’m perfectly capable of figuring this out on my own.”
    “I know you are,” he said quietly, rubbing his thumbs over my knuckles.
    I pulled away from his grasp. Physical contact with Blake seriously affected my decision-making.
    “Give her a call,” he urged.
    I stuffed the card into my purse, knowing I would for the simple reason that