“The man is buying you a house,” Marcus snorted. “He’s more
than just stubborn. He’s head over heels for you.”
“As I’m head over heels for him, too,” I blushed. “He’s
everything to me and I can’t imagine not being with him. I don’t want him to go
to Brazil, but he has to. He has so many things to do before we move back there…permanently…oh,
shit!”
“What do you mean?” Marcus asked, his brow arching. “Moving
back there?”
“Crap. I wanted to wait before I told you,” I said,
shrinking in my seat.
“Explain, Bella,” Marcus said.
“Okay, okay,” I grumbled. “With everything that has happened
with Alec and all that crap, my drive for journalism has significantly
dwindled. Obviously, I’m doing my job and doing it to the best of my ability,
but I just don’t have that ambition to continue. Then, when Edward proposed to
me, everything made sense. I didn’t want to continue living up here because our
lives are down there. Edward’s in charge of a multi-million dollar resort and
he’s amazing at what he does. His family is down there. I found my happiness
down there. The man I love more than my own life…”
“When were you planning on giving your notice?” Marcus
frowned.
“End of May, beginning of June,” I said. “I have to finish
out my lease and then I’m moving down to Brazil, permanently. I have a plan and
everything for what I want to do…Marcus, please don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad, Bella. I’m upset more than anything,” he said,
scrubbing his face. “I’m upset because my best writer is moving away. I’m upset
because my partner in crime, the person who kept me sane during this whole Alec
debacle is not going to be in her cube anymore. Is there nothing that I can do
to make you stay?”
“No, Marcus,” I said. “My place is with Edward, on the
island. I love it there. It’s what I need to revitalize my career. I’m helping
out as the concierge and wedding planner once I get back from my honeymoon.
Rosalie, Edward’s sister-in-law, is pregnant and is taking some time off to be
with the baby. I’m doing her job until Rose decides to come back or they find
someone who is more suitable for the position. When that happens, I’ll probably
do something else at the resort, or run a travel blog. I just can’t stay here.
Seattle isn’t home anymore. I’ll miss it, but my heart is with the man who
captured it on a tropical island off the coast of Brazil.”
“I’m confused, though. If you are planning on living on the
island, why did you and Edward buy a house?” Marcus asked.
“So, we didn’t have to worry about putting out my parents
when we come up and visit. Our plan is to live on the island a majority of the
year, but for several months, we’ll be back up here to see my family and
friends,” I explained.
“Okay,” Marcus said, furrowing his brow. “I have a counter
proposal for you, Bella. I do not want
to lose you. You are an amazing journalist. I’ll keep you on the payroll but as
a freelance writer. All I need from you is a handful of articles a month. It
won’t be the same as your salary, but I’ll get to keep you.”
“Let me think about it,” I said. “It would be hard to write
about the goings-on in Seattle when I’m living in another hemisphere.”
“It could be a travel column or a world news column. We’ll
work out the details later, but consider it,” Marcus pleaded with me.
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