“Worrying doesn’t achieve a damn thing. Ryan can take care of himself, and I trust that he’ll do everything in his power to come home to me.”
Jen envied the other woman’s confidence. She might feel more confident herself if she knew where Cash was or what he was even doing, but SEAL assignments were kept under wraps, and she knew nothing except that this was a “minor” operation, low-threat and not likely to be lengthy. Knowing that didn’t make her feel the slightest bit better, but this was their first separation in what would most likely be many, and she was determined to pass this first test with flying colors.
“Cash will be fine,” Annabelle said as they drove through West Hollywood. “He and the others are trained for this.”
“I know, but I’m still worried.”
“You should worry about impressing that photo editor instead.”
“Trust me, I’m doing that too.” She bit her lip. “What if he hates my portfolio?”
“He won’t. He’s already seen all the photographs in it, remember? This interview is just a formality, Jen. You’ve got the job in the bag.”
“I hope so.”
The Today’s World building came into view, and Annabelle drove into the underground parking lot. She stopped at the ticket machine, grabbed a ticket, and shoved it on the dashboard before continuing down into the darkened underground.
“How do I look?” Jen asked after Annabelle parked in a space near the elevators.
“Gorgeous, as usual.”
She smoothed out the front of her pale-blue silk blouse, tucked neatly into her knee-length black pencil skirt. She’d swept her hair up in a neat bun and opted for minimal makeup. She had no clue whether this was a formal interview or a laidback meeting. She just hoped she looked professional enough.
She took a breath, then looked at Annabelle. “Are you going to wait here?”
Nodding, the brunette fished her BlackBerry from the cup holder. “Yeah, I have some emails to send.” Annabelle’s smile was full of encouragement. “Kick some ass in there, okay?”
“I’ll try.”
An hour later, Jen slid back into the car, her fingers trembling as she tossed the leather portfolio in the backseat.
“How did it go?” Annabelle demanded when Jen didn’t utter a word.
Letting out a shaky breath, she met Annabelle’s impatient gaze. “I got the job.”
The other woman let out a squeal. “You did?”
“I did.”
The next thing she knew, Annabelle lunged across the center console and nearly suffocated her in a tight hug. “I knew you would! Congratulations!”
“Thanks,” she said weakly.
Annabelle released her and started the car engine, still grinning like crazy. “So what’s your first assignment?”
“They’re starting me off with puff pieces. The magazine’s running an interview with Senator Markowski for the next issue and they want me to take his picture. He wants it done at his house in Lake Tahoe, so I’m flying out there next week.”
As they emerged from the parking garage, sunlight assaulted Jen’s eyes. She rummaged in her purse for her sunglasses and slipped them on. A part of her was still feeling dumbfounded. She’d gotten a job. A photography job. So why didn’t it feel real to her?
Heading for the interstate, Annabelle glanced over with a deep frown. “Why don’t you look happy? You just got the job of your dreams.”
“I know. I guess it hasn’t sunk in yet.” She chewed on the inside of her cheek. “After Rick hired me, my first instinct was to call Cash, and then I got all bummed out when I remembered I couldn’t.”
Annabelle looked sympathetic. “Look, I know it sucks. The first time Ryan was gone, I was a basket case too. But it gets easier.”
She pictured Carson and Holly, and thought, No, it doesn’t. But she bit back the words. Besides, maybe every couple was unique. Savannah and Matt, for example—Savannah was so independent she almost seemed to enjoy the time off from her boyfriend.
So maybe she and Cash wouldn’t drift apart during his absences. Maybe the time apart would bring them even closer.
Either way, Annabelle was right. Worrying about things beyond her control was counterproductive.
“Did you still want to stop by your apartment before we head home?” Annabelle exited the off-ramp and sped toward San Diego’s city center.
“If you don’t mind. I really need that spare power adapter.” Her laptop charger had died last night, but she hadn’t felt like driving all the way to her place to pick up the extra one she kept there.
“When are you moving out of Cash’s?”
Jen shrugged. “A couple of days, probably.”
“Why bother? I’m sure Hot Stuff will love it if you moved in with him.” There was a playful twinkle in Annabelle’s eyes.
“Yeah, but I doubt Matt will. Besides, I don’t think I’m ready for that,” she admitted. “We’ve only been together a month.”