She couldn’t get Brent out of her mind, and she hated herself for how often she’d hit her vibrator since he’d left her last night. Seriously, she had a major hang up, and she was in no way proud of it. “I need a job,” she mumbled. “I need something else to keep me occupied.” The insurance had paid up, and she had a decent savings account, until she figured out what she wanted to do next. The bookstore had been such a struggle from the very start, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to bite into the small business drama again. But if she didn’t do that, what else was there for her? She had an English degree, with it she could try other stuff, maybe editing or copywriting. Maybe she could teach? There were things out there for her to try, if only she felt motivated to give something new a shot. Nothing appealed to her except sitting inside her home, slowly becoming a shut-in. Except for Brent. Brent appealed to her.
