I didn’t know much, but I was sure I didn’t want to move away from my parents and Presley. I wasn’t sure whether I could put Holden on that list. He might not even want to talk to me after the way I acted on Friday.

“What are you thinking? Something in a corporate office? Something at a hotel property? You have so many directions you could go…”

I moaned. I was having trouble stomaching the idea of starting over in a new company. I knew I’d had it really good in a lot of ways. I was lucky to have moved up within Marks over the years instead of needing to jump companies to grow.

“Too soon?” Presley said.

I nodded and unwrapped my sandwich. Too soon. Too commitment-ish. Too future-ish. Too everything.

“You have the luxury of not needing to work right away,” she said. “You can take your time. I have no doubt you’ll have your choice of corporate hotel positions. C-suite, even.”

“Honestly?” I said after swallowing. “The thought makes me want to puke.”

“Which thought?”

“All of it. I loved what I was doing, and now that feels… soured.”

“That’s understandable. We don’t have to figure it out today.”

“Thank God. Can I just be your house bitch and clean the apartment and cook for you and wash your clothes?”

“You don’t know how tempting that is,” Presley said. “But I happen to know you suck at bathrooms.”

That coaxed a reluctant laugh out of me because it was true. My bathroom was the worst room in the place, with all my products strewn about on the counters and towels thrown on the floor for days at a time until I got around to doing laundry. Holden had given me all kinds of hell about it, jokingly, ever since I’d moved in.

Just the thought of him made my grin disappear in an instant.

I missed him.

So damn much.

“Have you talked to Holden yet?” Presley asked, as if she could read my mind—or the look on my face.

My chest constricted. I hadn’t told Presley anything that happened with him Friday night except that I’d asked him to leave. Popping a whole mushroom into my mouth, I shook my head.

“Have you at least replied to his texts?”

Again, I shook my head. I’d only turned my phone back on when Presley made me so she could check on me. If I hadn’t, she’d threatened to camp out on my couch.

Yes, there were texts. A bunch of them. I hadn’t read them. Not because I didn’t care but because the very thought of Holden made me literally hurt with anxiety.

“I screwed up so badly,” I managed to say even though my throat swelled up painfully.