Free Letting Go of Us (Anchored Hearts Vol. 3) by J.M. Witt

She
smiled as I commended her for her efforts. “Pretty smart scheduling
an appointment for a wedding planner.”
    “ Well, you wouldn’t see me
any other way.”
    “ True. So, what do you
want?”
    She sat up a little
straighter and cleared her throat. She was intimidated and I
couldn’t figure out why. “I’d like a chance at the job. I’m a great
candidate and I believe I’d be a great fit.”
    Sighing, I knew she was
right. “Your resume is impressive. I’ve practically memorized it.”
I needed her and I think she knew that. Maybe we needed each other.
“Ok. You have ninety days to prove to me that I’m making the right
choice.”
    Her eyes got big as she
exclaimed, “Really?”
    Shrugging my shoulders,
“Cecily is confident and your resume speaks for itself. Can you
start on Monday?”
    “ Yes, hell, I can start
today if you want.”
    Laughing, I said, “Monday’s
fine. It’s already Friday. Enjoy your last weekend of freedom.” We
both chuckled at that. “Wait. It’s a holiday weekend. Make it
Tuesday.”
    “ Cassidy?”
    “ Yes.”
    “ I’m really sorry about
the baby.” I wasn’t expecting to hear that from her and was a
little dumbstruck. “Nothing is or was or has gone on with James and
me since he met you.”
    “ Melissa, I really don’t
want to talk about it.”
    “ I know, I just had to say
it. James is yours and he wants you back, even if he’s too stubborn
to say it out loud.”
    “ Ok. I can’t hear any more
of this.”
    “ I understand.”
    “ Thank you for coming in.
I’ll see you bright and early on Tuesday.” She nodded and we shook
hands before she saw her way out.
    I put what she said in the
back of my mind. I had plans with Delaney that night and with Paul
the next and I couldn’t focus any more of my attention on James,
especially if the feeling wasn’t mutual. Life went on, at least
that’s what I told myself and what I was trying to do. I had no
cares in the world and wanted to live that way. It was time to live
life to its fullest and just have a good fucking time.
     
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    Delaney and I went to
dinner and then to the club for some dancing. She didn’t mention
James once and I was thankful. She was the most non-judgmental
person I’d ever met. She and Smith still boggled my mind. I never
would’ve put them together and it turned out that they’d known each
other since they graduated high school. She told me a little bit of
how they met on summer vacation. She’d spent the summer with her
Aunt, in a tourist town, and Smith was working for her
Aunt.
    There seemed to be a lot
more to their story, but she didn’t dwell on it. I was looking
forward to hearing more and wondered if they ever planned on
marrying, knowing it wasn’t for everyone. They’d been together for
over two years, after rekindling their relationship from an almost
decade hiatus. I wanted more details, but I’d have to wait, there
was a dance floor waiting for us.
    We were sitting at a table
close to the bar, taking a break, when we spotted Roxy and Misty.
“Your girls are here.”
    I nearly choked on my drink
as I laughed at her statement. “Uh, they’re not my
girls.”
    “ They’d like to be.” She
waggled her brows at me and said, “No judgment! You’re free to do
what and who you
want.”
    I watched them out of the
corner of my eye as I just said, “Mmmhmm.”
    She kicked my leg under the
table, “You’re attracted to her!”
    “ Ow! What?
Who?”
    “ Please, Cassidy. She’s
fun, they both are.” I open-mouth gawked at her. “Or so I hear.”
She winked and took another sip of her drink.
    I was more than attracted
to her, them. Fucking hell. I’d always admired the female body, but
never found myself attracted to one. Not the way I was attracted to
Roxy and Misty. Before I could think on it anymore, Delaney pulled
me into the throngs of people as we danced and danced some
more.
    That night when I got
home, I found myself pleasuring myself in bed, again.