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before.”
    “Whitney.”
    “You did. One day we were together and then the next you had another beautiful woman on your arm…taking her to the ball you’d asked me to attend with you.”
    “We agreed in the beginning that we wouldn’t confuse personal and professional—”
    “And yet you did! You made it personal. You made it personal by making sure my goddaughter was not allowed to see me!”
    “But your reference just now, it wasn’t about Daisy. It was about you and me. And the way we ended our relationship. But that was a long time ago, Whitney. Four years. Maybe five.”
    “Five, and stop saying we .” Her voice cracked and heat washed through her. She was amazed that even now, after five years, she could still feel the old baffled pain and anger. She’d loved him so much. She’d thought he was perfect. Love had tricked her. Blinded her. “ You ended it, and you’ve been in charge of our relationship, personal as well as professional, from the beginning, but not anymore. I’m done. I’m moving on. And yes, you can replace me in two weeks. You have to replace me. Furthermore, I’ve been promised a generous severance package—”
    “If you work for sixty days. The severance package is for those who give sixty day’s notice, not fourteen.” He shrugged apologetically. “I’m sorry.”
    She curled her fingers into a fist. He wasn’t sorry. He’d never been sorry for anything. Worse, he had to know, that as she’d come from nothing, and had worked so very hard to get to where she was now, she wouldn’t simply walk away from a generous severance package. She couldn’t afford to walk away from tens of thousands of dollars. Frankly, she didn’t know anyone who could. “Sixty days?”
    If he heard the break in her voice he gave no indication. “Yes.”
    Her nails pressed harder into her palm, the sharp edge biting at her skin. Sixty more days…?
    Two more months…
    Two months would mean a big fat severance package, and with the severance package she could finally buy her own home. A condo or small house, something that was hers and only hers…
    “You need me to train my replacement,” she said.
    “No.”
    Her brow furrowed. “But I’d be here in the Denver office.”
    “You’d be in Marietta.”
    “ What ?”
    “I describe what we needed in the emails. The ones with the subject Important. Please Review .” He gave her a long look. “I gather you didn’t read my emails.”
    “No.”
    He took a seat on the edge of the table. “So in short, here’s the position. You’d come to Marietta—”
    “No.”
    “And help ready the new office building for the publishing group,” he continued, as if she’d never spoken. “It’s an old building and it needs work. I’ve hired a designer and contractor to tackle the remodel but they need direction. You are the Creative Director for Sheenan Media. You know the company inside and out, and you know how to communicate the brand, making you the perfect person to oversee the renovation of the Crookshank Building, and help welcome the Media team as they arrive in December and settle in.”
    “How long would I need to be in Marietta?”
    “Probably through the holidays.”
    He meant Christmas, didn’t he? Whitney looked away, chewed the inside of her lip, trying to imagine spending Christmas in Montana. “You know I don’t like going back,” she said quietly.
    “I do.”
    She glanced back at him. “Would I report to Jeff, or would I have total freedom?”
    “You’d be responsible with the majority of the decision making.” He hesitated for a fraction of a second then continued, “But you’d work with me, not Jeff.”
    Her head lifted, and her gaze locked with his. “You know I can’t do that.”
    “Can’t, or won’t?”
    “Same thing.”
    “It’s not. And Sheenan Media is a job, not a volunteer organization. You get a paycheck.”
    And he wondered why she disliked him so much?
    “I’ve handled things wrong,” he said