Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

I want to wake up to that sight every day.

I want to have her warmth beside me every night.

And I have to figure out a way to ask her to stay without sounding like an obsessed stalker.

I open the next email and do my best to push thoughts of Rosieout of my mind. But somehow, she’s even more distracting when she’s not here than when she is. Working from home, I knew she was close. I didn’t have to worry about what she was doing or where she was.

Rosie has her own career. Her own business. But I’m wondering if I can convince her to come share my office.

I could put a hot plate on the credenza behind me. And there’s room in the cabinet over in the corner for a mixer…

There’s a knock on the door, and I’m so lost in my daydream that I jolt in my seat.

I spin my chair to face the sound. “Yeah?”

Blake opens the door. “Um, Mr. Waller?”

“Yes, Blake?”

“The front desk called to let me know there’s a woman here for you. But she doesn’t have an appointment, and I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do.”

“Well, did you get a name? Or what she’s here for?” I ask, slightly exasperated.

We don’t take solicitors, and I’m not expecting anyone, so I’m annoyed my thoughts of Rosie were interrupted by this.

“Uh, she said she’s your girlfriend. But?—”

“Rosie?” I sit upright in my chair.

Blake shakes his head, dousing my excitement. “I don’t think her name was Rosie…”

“Rosalyn?”

Blake lifts his pointer finger. “That’s it.”

I bolt out of my chair. “Sheismy girlfriend.”

Blake’s eyes widen. “Oh, shit.”

I almost grin at Blake finally swearing in front of me, but I’m too excited about Rosie being here.

Wait, why would she be here?

I rush around my desk toward my door.

Did something happen?

Blake jumps back out of my way, and I stride past him.

Our office space isn’t huge, but there’s a turn in the hallway between here and the front desk.

As my worry ramps up, I remember her crutches.

My feet stop.

Should I bring my office chair?

I turn back toward my office.