One Winter Weekend

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

I fell asleep on the couch and woke up a few hours later.

I looked around in the darkness. It didn’t look like Sarah had come home yet.

I checked the time and saw that it was only seven o’clock. It felt so much later. The embarrassment of what had happened earlier flooded back.

Why was I letting this get me down? Yes, I was hurting, but I came to New York to enjoy myself. I wasn’t going to let a player destroy my dream trip.

What would I be doing right now if I’d never met Blake? I would probably be ice-skating at Rockefeller Center, under the giant tree.

It was exactly what he’d suggested we do tonight. He knew me well - or I should say he knew well how to woo idiot New York tourists like me.

I pulled myself together and decided to go anyway.

I would put all thoughts of him out of my mind and continue on as if I had never met him.

I washed my face and got changed into a comfortable pair of jeans and a sweater, perfect for ice skating, then headed downstairs to the lobby where the doorman stopped me.

“Miss,” he said. “You have several messages from Mr Blake.” He handed me a few small notes.

“Thank you,” I said grabbing them and walking out the door.

As soon as I saw a bin on the street, I tossed them inside. I didn’t open them. I didn’t need to.