emotions that would pour into the written word.
Chapter 5
The next morning, Tessa woke from a troubled sleep, still unsure how to handle the situation with Davis. She’d continued to write well past midnight, and despite her determination not to think about Davis’ plea until the morning, she had laid awake for hours, tossing and turning as she replayed their conversation in her mind.
Should she give him another chance? Did he seriously want her to move to Nashville? And what about Nate? The man that, no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t fully remove from her heart or her mind.
Tessa tried to push past the thoughts of Nate. That ship had sailed, and she couldn’t base this decision on anything that had to do with him. Hadn’t she hoped and wished for Davis to do exactly what he was doing now? Begging for forgiveness and wanting to sweep her away to live happily ever after was actually even more wonderful than her romantic heart had ever hoped for.
But why wasn’t she more excited about it? Why hadn’t she thrilled at his words and jumped into his arms immediately?
Tessa rose from her still warm bed and shuffled to the shower. Today was going to be interesting. With little sleep, tons of work to do, a shift at The Grille and Davis complicating everything, she wasn’t necessarily sure she was ready for it.
When she arrived at work an hour later, a dozen creamy white roses in a beautiful vase were taking up a nice size portion of her desk. Tessa smiled – Davis sure was going all out in his attempt to rekindle their love.
She put her things down and poked around the lovely, expensive bouquet until she found the gold embossed card. It read:
Not one day has passed that you haven’t been on my mind. You have my heart.
Tessa pressed the unsigned note against her chest. What a sweet, thoughtful gesture! Maybe she could give Davis another chance after all. She leaned down and inhaled the sweet, heady scent of the roses. There was definitely something to be said about roses and romance.
She pulled her phone from her pocket, but decided against texting Davis to tell him thank you. It would be better to say the words in person. Tessa took a seat at her desk, her mood boosted by the lovely bouquet that would keep her company today.
As the work day came to a close, Tessa texted Davis a quick message asking him to come over to her house for coffee in a little while. He responded almost immediately that he would be there, and was excited to see her. Feelings of nostalgia washed over her as she recalled all of the wonderful times she and Davis had shared.
She frowned a little as a vision of slow dancing in her living room with Nate popped into her head. She was trying to remember the past with Davis. With a sigh, she feared it was inevitable. Tessa would never be able to put her short fling with Nate behind her.
If she was honest with herself, she’d felt more passion in those few weeks with Nate than the entire time she’d been with Davis. She just couldn’t make that a deciding factor in whether or not she was going to try with Davis again. After all, Nate was a gorgeous celebrity. Who wouldn’t have passion that surpassed all others with someone like that?
Memories flooded her mind, but not of Davis. Unbidden thoughts of kisses and candlelight, waffles and incognito set visits made her ache for Nate. This was so unfair! She had Davis holding his heart out in his hands, and all she wanted was Nate. Plain and simple.
Oh well, Tessa. You had better just go on and get over that really quick. Don’t miss out on what’s right in front of you, she thought to herself.
On the walk home, she didn’t rush as usual. Instead, Tessa spent some time in reflection, thinking about the decision she had to make. By the time she’d reached her apartment, she knew what she was going to do.
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