I’ve been back in New York City for three days, and already Saintland seems like something I imagined.

It’s what I’m thinking about as I wait patiently inside the lobby of an office in a high-rise remarkably similar to the one that housed Colton-Hayes. After leaving so suddenly and giving absolutely no notice, I didn’t even consider asking for my job back at Colton-Hayes.

I had gone immediately to Carolyn’s apartment—and mine, too, I reminded myself—when I deplaned in New York.

She had opened the door, a surprised look on her face, and then pulled me into a hug. “Where’ve you been, Jess? Tell me all about it. Come on. Sit down.” She had taken hold of my elbow and steered me directly to the sofa.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t find another roommate while I was gone,” I said sheepishly.

She rolled her eyes kindly at me, then disappeared into the kitchen, emerging a moment later with a bottle of wine and two crystal glasses. “Why would I have done that?”

“I did disappear…for a couple of weeks. And I still owe you rent money for this month.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Jess. Of course, I didn’t replace you. You needed a vacation.” She shrugged. “I did wonder if you’d be back. It wouldn’t be the first time you decided to up and change everything about your life overnight.”

“Yeah,” I agreed with a sigh, accepting the glass of white wine she offered to me. “Changing my life on a whim? Those days are over.”

“What happened?”

I took a deep breath and a big gulp of wine, then dove headfirst into telling her the entire story, leaving out the finer details of our time in bed. When I was finished, she was sitting on the edge of her seat, mouth open.

“A prince. And you couldn’t cut him any slack when things got busy?” Carolyn raised her eyebrows in mock dismay.

I gave her a pointed look. “You’ve dumped guys for less.”

“You’re right,” she said, sitting back and swirling the remainder of her wine in her glass. “So…what are you going to do now that the fairy tale is over?” Her eyes danced at her little joke.

I gave her a nudge with my foot and snorted. “Some fairy tale.”

“Really, though. Are you going to go back to business as usual here in the city?”

“That’s the plan. Except…”

“Except what?”

“I might have screwed up my chances at Colton-Hayes.”

Carolyn laughed, a pure sound. “Let me guess—you told them you were taking a vacation at about the same time you told me?”

I screwed my mouth into a twisted grin, shaking my head.

“You didn’t tell them at all?”

“I didn’t tell them at all.”

She laughed again and wagged a finger at me. “Tell people when you want to quit your job, Jessica. Ghosting is for men, not for jobs.”

“I know, I know. I didn’t plan it, I—”

“You got swept up on a romantic escapade with the hottest man you ever laid eyes on.”

One last sip, and I’d drained my wine glass.

“Well, like I said, I’m done with all that. I need to find another gig. Speaking of which…” I fluttered my eyelashes at her as she leaned forward to pour herself another glass.

“You know perfectly well that I’ll get you an interview someplace. I can’t promise you’ll like it more than Colton-Hayes, though.” Carolyn listened to me vent about my job at least once weekly. Now that I don’t work there anymore, everything I had complained about doesn’t seem so bad after all. And yet…

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’ll be committed this time. I’ll do my best job ever.”

Carolyn leans over and pats my leg. “I’m sure you will.”

She didn’t waste any time making right on her promise, which is why less than three days later, I’m sitting in the lobby of Heights Marketing, Inc. wearing a designer skirt suit I borrowed from Carolyn this morning. It’s perfect attire for my interview, but I’m going to need to invest some of my savings into freshening up my own wardrobe. If I’m going to make it in this city, I need to rely less on my friends and more on myself.

The large picture window in the lobby looks out over the bustling New York streets, and as the seconds tick by, I watch people come and go. Something slowly occurs to me.

I can’t stay here.

“Oh, stop it,” I think to myself. “This kind of bullshit is exactly what started the whole series of events that got your heart broken in the first place.”

But I can’t stop thinking about it. The truth is, I’m never going to feel the same way about this city again.

Because this city was where I met Alec.

Even this morning, as I was walking to the subway, I found myself looking at the faces of the people I passed by on the sidewalk in case one of them was Alec, and that he’d come back here, looking for me.

He’s not going to come back here.

If I stay, I’ll always be looking for him.

He’s the one that got away, never mind that I was the one who left.

I’m walking over to speak to the receptionist sitting behind the desk before I’ve consciously made the decision.

“I’m sorry,” I say, and she looks up from her computer, reaching one hand up to click the mute button on her headset.

“What can I do for you?”

“I’m sorry,” I repeat, my voice more confident this time. “I need to cancel my interview with Mr. Bolt.”

“He’ll be with you in a moment—.”

“It’s not that. And please pass along that I was very thankful for the opportunity to meet with him.” I take a deep breath. “Unfortunately, today’s not going to work out.” I smile at her, and then turn to head for the door.

The door to an office located across the lobby opens behind me, and a man calls, “Ms. Reeves?”

“I’m sorry,” I say over my shoulder in passing, giving a wave. As I step into the waiting elevator and press the down button, I see the receptionist standing, saying something to the man who must be Mr. Bolt.

This is going to be my last life shake-up, but I’m not going to rush it.

I know exactly what I’m going to do.