People in suits hurried by me, amplifying my case to find another job. I no longer wanted to be part of the rat race, and if I could have transplanted my house to the coast, I’d have done it in a heartbeat.
The vibration of my phone startled me out of my daydream. Killian, of course.
“Hey, how did it go?”
“I’m gonna have to cancel dinner. Sullivan wants me in London first thing tomorrow.”
My heart sank. and an irrational feeling of anger spread through me. I’d worked myself up, only to be let down at the last minute.
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. I hope everything goes okay.”
“Hey, you know I’d love to go to dinner with you, but this…”
“Is important, I know.” I was being so fucking selfish. This was Killian’s dream. This was what he’d wanted forever, and I was only thinking of myself and how it affected me.
“I’ll only be gone a day or so. Please, can we have dinner when I get back, and we can talk?”
I took a deep breath and looked around me. How I’d love to escape this dreary existence.
“Harv? Talk to me, please.”
“Yeah, dinner when you get back. Sounds good. Safe travels, Killian.”
I didn’t wait for an answer and ended the call. This always happened, and I vowed not to let it happen again. Instead of going back to the office, I made my way to the station and boarded the first train home.
Fuck work and fuck my life.
Chapter 16
Killian
Fuck and fuck again.
That wasn’t how I wanted that conversation to go, but what could I do? I couldn’t pass up the chance of a lifetime, and that’s what this was.
I’d called Sullivan earlier and asked if he was serious about his offer. The guy was salivating and couldn’t say enough good things about me.
Apparently, Sunday wasn’t the first time he’d seen me sing, but it had been the first opportunity he’d had to give me his card. He supported a lot of indie performers, letting them take the lead with what they wanted. He wanted to put me with some songwriters and work on some new stuff. He loved what I did and reckoned there was a market for me.
My head was spinning by the end of the call, and it had taken me a while to take in everything he’d said.
Me, Killian McDonagh, breaking into the big time at my age.
It was a fairytale I never pictured happening.
But then there was Harvey. Fucking typical. Everything was finally falling into place. I’d found a guy I really liked, and then this.
Was I being selfish for following my dream? Did it mean the end for us before we’d even got started?
I didn’t know the answer to either of those questions, but what I did know was that I couldn’t let this opportunity slip through my fingers.
Harvey sounded upset, and I understood that. With what he’d been through before, no doubt he envisioned me abandoning him. That couldn’t have been further from the truth. The London trip was for a day at most. When I returned, the first person I’d contact would be Harvey. I knew that.
But did he?
As much as I wanted to assure him that I wasn’t leaving him, I needed to get ready for my trip. What the fuck was I going to wear?
I had nothing decent. My boots hadn’t fared well on Sunday, and the only decent pair of jeans I had was dirty. I moved around the flat, picking up all the clothes I could. Did I have time to wash them before I went?