For weeks now, I’ve been at the beck and call of one Tyler Flame. Every night I’m called at an ungodly hour to rush over to the office and help him with whatever business dilemma he’s wrapped in. I want to hate it. Sometimes, I do hate it. Most of the time, though, I find myself laying in bed anxiously awaiting his phone call. I’m so desperate to see him it’s made me into a pathetic creature I don’t even recognize.
When Tyler told me how he felt, my heart ached for him. I told him no, said I didn’t want to be with him, but of course I do. I want to be with him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. There are so many reasons why that can’t happen. So many reasons that I know and Thomas, Tyler’s father, knows, but that Tyler can never know.
As I stand here, watching him say goodbye to his dying father, though, none of those reasons seem important anymore. My past doesn’t matter. My secrets can stay secrets forever. All that matter is Tyler.