Not Pretending Anymore(55)
Wow . I don’t know what I’d expected him to say, but that wasn’t it. Though it did feel like the truth.
Dad shook his head, and his eyes filled with emotion. “I’m sorry I let you down. I should have been a better man.”
I took his hand in mine. “You’re human. And when you left, I don’t think I understood that. In my eyes, you were my father, not an actual person, if that makes any sense. I was sixteen and didn’t understand boys yet, so I couldn’t have possibly understood the complexities of making a marriage work or your heart falling out of love. I just wanted someone to blame because my father was gone and my mother was sad, and it was easiest to blame you.”
We were both quiet for a long time, but eventually, I asked, “What if there was no Kayla? Would you have stayed with Mom?”
Dad shook his head. “That’s obviously not a simple question to answer, since there is a Kayla. But I’m pretty sure the answer is no. If it wasn’t her, it would’ve been someone else eventually. The problem wasn’t me falling for a specific woman, Molly. The problem was me . Can I ask you something?”
“Yes.”
“Do your man problems have to do with Declan and Will?”
I nodded.
“I know I’m probably the last person who should give advice on relationships. But sometimes hindsight is a lot clearer than when you’re in the thick of things. So if I can offer any advice, it would be not to make a commitment unless you’re certain and ready to work at it.”
CHAPTER 20
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Declan
“How are things going over there?” Ken’s voice boomed through the speakerphone.
Julia and I had a standing conference call with our boss once a week, almost always on Fridays. But earlier today he’d emailed us both to ask if we could speak at four this afternoon, even though it was only Tuesday.
“Good,” I said. “We’re still a bit ahead of schedule, so we’ve started working on the media plan.”
“Wonderful. Good to hear it. That makes this much easier.”
I looked across the table at Julia to see if she knew what he was talking about, but her forehead was just as wrinkled as mine.
She shrugged, so I spoke up. “Makes what easier, Ken?”
“You know Jim Townsend?”
We both nodded. “Sure. Is everything okay with him?” I asked.
“Yes, but he gave his notice this morning—only gave me one week. Apparently he got an offer he couldn’t refuse that doesn’t require traveling, and since he and his wife just had a baby, he couldn’t pass it up. They needed him right away.”
“Oh wow,” Julia said. “He’s been working on that big dairy campaign, right?”
“Yep. Over in Wisconsin. He has two team members with him, but they’re both too junior to put in charge of an account the size of Border’s Dairy. So I’m afraid I need one of you to take the reins over there for a while.”
I dragged a hand through my hair. “For how long?”
“Campaign is set to launch in a little less than nine weeks. So I’d say right around two or three months.”
Shit.
“What about here?” I asked. “It’s too much work for one person to handle.”
“I’ll send a replacement out to Chicago—two juniors, if you think it’s necessary. When Wisconsin wraps up, if there’s still work to be done in Chicago, whoever goes can go back to lend a hand. I know you two have created the vision for your campaign, and there’s a certain amount of satisfaction in bringing it to fruition. So I’m sorry about this. But one of you needs to pick up some bulky sweaters and head to Wisconsin.”
My eyes caught with Julia’s. We both were thinking the same thing, but it was she who asked, “Which one of us is going?”
“Welp, Declan is the more senior marketing director, even though you two have the same title. So I’m going to leave it up to him to decide who goes where.”
***
My sister, Catherine, seemed surprised to hear from me again. “Calling again so soon? To what do I owe this honor, dear brother?”
“Sister-Sister, I need your help big time.”
“Uh-oh, is this about the Molly situation?”
“I wish it were just about that.”
“What happened now?”
I told her about the bomb my boss had dropped at work today. I was still torn about whether to take the Wisconsin gig or throw Julia into the fire. Deep down, though, I knew the right decision.
“He’s leaving it up to you two?”
“No,” I clarified. “It’s up to me . And that’s fucked up. I wish he would’ve just made the damn decision.”
“What did Julia say?”
“She tried to seem gracious, said she’d be willing to go, but I know better. She’s been missing Newport Beach like crazy ever since we got here. She’s only just now acclimated somewhat to being in Chicago—finding places to get her healthy food and stuff. Having to go to Wisconsin for two months would kill her spirit, whether she knows it or not.”
“So, you’re gonna volunteer?”
“I think I have to. I don’t want to—not in the least. Unlike Julia, I actually love it here. There’s no part of me that wants to leave, aside from missing you guys.”