98. Rosalyn

NINETY-EIGHT

ROSALYN

"You're a lifesaver," I tell Meghan.

"You saved my ass just the other week," she points out, referring to the night Nathan walked back into my life. "I owe you."

"One event versus eight. Not exactly the same."

She makes a noise through her lips. "Yeah, I'm gonna cry all the way to the bank over the discrepancy."

I laugh. "Well, I appreciate it. I'll email my clients now, copying you in."

When we hang up, I reach over to the nightstand and grab my laptop.

After Nathan and I had our post-sex cuddle chat, we got dressed into pajamas.

I chose to camp out in bed for my call to Meghan's Moments to see if she could take the events off my hands. And Nathan said he had some work to do before bed and that he'd do it in his office to give me room for my call.

He's been great company, but I really should find a way to make him go into his actual office. I'm sure he's missing a lot, and it's because of me.