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The thought was sobering.  It made me hurt less over him.  I didn’t think I missed him anymore.  I was more hurt by his and Ashlynn’s betrayal. 
    Speaking of Ashlynn, she rang my phone while I was at work.  I actually missed the call instead of ignoring her.  I deleted the message she left me before even listening to it.  She didn’t call me as often as she used to, thank God.  I didn’t feel like listening to her talk about her fashion boutique her parents were going to start for her in Grand Rapids.  Yuck, how did I end up being in the same city as her again?
    My mind drifted, this time to beautiful blue green eyes.  Closing my eyes I wondered what he was like.  From the little bit I saw, he was completely different from his brother Nathan.  Maybe he was more like his mother?  His father had to be like Nathan, charismatic and to the point.  Any successful businessman was. 
    My fingers were pruned by the time I got out of the hot tub.  I felt so relaxed, and my feet didn’t hurt nearly as bad as they had when I walked in the door.  After a steaming hot shower, I curled up in bed and went to sleep, dreaming of cold blue green eyes.
     
     
     
     

Chapter 3
     
    The next few days were the same.  I was establishing a rather dull routine compared to the normal 24 year old.  I would get up, go to work, go to the gym, come home, eat dinner, sit in the hot tub, shower, and go to bed.   I only saw Tyler once and tried not to be distracted by his appearance, whether it was from seeing him or daydreaming.   I’m sure once Jamie got here my life would liven up a bit.  She always seemed to perk up my life.  It was Friday, and I was cleaning my dinner mess.  Typically I would be getting ready for a crazy night with Jamie, doing my makeup dark and sexy, wearing tight jeans and a semi revealing tank.  Right now, I was wearing black running shorts and a gray shirt.  I went into my office to go through a box of things I still hadn’t unpacked.  It was full of my college projects.  I really should throw them away.  I won’t ever need them, and they were nothing compared to what I was working on for Conklin.   I ran across a familiar print.  It was my final project in my first blueprinting class.  My eyes started to water when I realized what it was.  I gently unrolled the prints out onto my drafting table. It was a house I had dreamed of building.  It was going to be Connor’s and mine.
    It was a ranch, roughly 3,000 square feet on the main floor.  There were three bedrooms and a master bathroom.  A tear slipped down my cheek when I read, “nursery”, “kid bedroom #1”, and “kid bedroom #2” with reading nooks in each room.  I wasn’t ready at the time to have kids, but I still wanted them.  The rest of the plans included an office with a tall ceiling library for Connor, a drafting room in the basement level for me, a formal dining room and a breakfast nook just around the kitchen, and a large fish tank separating the kitchen and the living room.  I even made an extra space off the living room for a large Christmas tree.  The separate space was surrounded by windows, so the tree would be dominantly visible from the outside as well as the inside.  Connor wanted to have a humidor room in the basement along with a wine cellar.  The basement had a bar and a home theater.  Connor also loved dogs, so we had to have a dog room.  I didn’t like them, but it was all he wanted when he would have a yard for it to play in, so I said okay.  This plan was my life and that bitch Ashlynn took it from me.   I started to crinkle up the plans in a fit of sobs.  I quickly stopped and took a deep breath.  I wasn’t going to dwell on this anymore.  I needed to make a new dream, even if it was only for me. 
    I rolled up the plans and put them in my travel tube.  Quickly throwing on jeans and a sweatshirt, I headed out the door to go into my office at Conklin.  The lighting and supplies