Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Thank you so much, dear. Kellie can’t say enough about you,” she tells me, and I smile. If you would have asked me last year if I ever thought that my client list would be more than ten, I would have laughed at you.
Today, I walked into Nordstrom and handed them my resignation letter. I was taking the huge leap and betting on myself. It was with a heavy heart, but I couldn’t keep up anymore. My client list that started with four, which was just my family, was now at seventy. Between the Hollywood stars, to the hockey wives, to the oil tycoon billionaires, to everyone who read my name in the papers—everyone wanted to get in and have something from Zara’s Closet.
“I’ll be able to see you in Dallas some time next week,” I tell her, checking my schedule.
“Perfect. I look forward to seeing you,” she says, and I disconnect the call.
It’s been two weeks since I’ve been in Dallas, and I’m actually anxious to get back there. I miss my man something fierce, and even though we talk four to five times a day, there is nothing like having him close by.
Yesterday, I couldn’t smell him anymore on his shirt, so I called him and was a bit frantic about it. Well, what did he do? He sent me another T-shirt that he wore by FedEx so I can smell him. I mean, he has not been happy in all this, and it’s the only thing we argue about. Me not being there; him not being able to come here. Long-distance romance sucks balls.
But I mean, there is FaceTime, so we have dinner together whenever we can, and even Lilo and Stitch join us. I miss his touch, and I miss his kiss, but this weekend, his team is coming in for the big game, and I can’t freaking wait. He has been on the road most of the week, and they are ending their road trip in New York. Only he doesn’t know that I’m going back with him.
I’m writing in my agenda when the doorbell rings, and I go downstairs and see it’s the FedEx guy. I smile at him and sign my name, carrying the huge brown box inside. What did he send me? I think, walking upstairs to my bedroom and putting it on my bed. I run up to my office, grab the scissors, and then run back downstairs. I run my hands over where he wrote my name.
Slicing open the tape on the top of the box, I place the scissors beside me and open the box. I grab the first thing wrapped in tissue paper, and as I unwrap it, I see it’s a frame of Lilo and Stitch with notes hanging from their necks. Lili has “I miss you,” while Stitch has “please come back.” I laugh and bring it to my chest, blinking away the little stinging behind my eyes. I put it on my bedside table and then take out the next thing wrapped again in tissue. This time, it’s a frame of the both of us. It was taken on his new outdoor couch. He is sitting up, and I am lying on his chest, my hand on his chest over his heart. A little card tucked into the frame.
I have this beside my bed and thought you might want a copy.
I miss you.
E.
I’m tempted to kiss him in the picture; that is how much I miss him. Instead, I rub the glass with my finger, then place the frame next to the other and take out the next one. It’s wrapped in tissue with a pink ribbon. I untie the ribbon and see it’s another jersey.
I was hoping you would do me the honor of wearing this on Saturday. It smells like me!
I can’t wait to kiss you.
E.
I hug it to my chest and laugh. I know I’m going to get heat about it, but nothing is going to stop me from wearing this. The next thing that comes out is heavy, and when I open it, I laugh. It’s a round crystal bowl with a cover, and it is filled with Hersey’s kisses. The little paper on the front of it.
Some kisses for when I’m not around.
I laugh and put it right next to the frame and then finally take out what I’ve been waiting for—his T-shirt. He sent two, and I bring one up to my nose and smell him. My stomach flips, and I smile as my heartbeat speeds up. I take off the shirt I’m wearing and put on his. I bring it back to my nose and smell him. I grab my phone and take a picture of me lying on my bed with his shirt on with the frame in the background, and I send it to him.