“I need to work hard so that when people mention us, they’ll say we're a match made in heaven.”

Dylan loved spinning beautiful fantasies, and Imogen could not be bothered to argue. His mouth was his own so he could say whatever he wanted.

After a few more reminders, Imogen left.

Dylan walked her out, even offering to drive her home, but she shot back, “You're drunk and still want to drive? I don’t have a death wish.”

That shut him up. All he could do was watch as she got into her car and drove away.

The rest of the night passed uneventfully.

The next day, Dylan slept until the afternoon.

When he rushed to Davidson Group to wait for Imogen to get off work, he was told she had already left on her business trip.

She had said she would be leaving in two days, but she had gone ahead that day itself without telling him that she was leaving or even where she was headed.

Dylan was a little crushed, but then he reminded himself that she was just going on a business trip, not leaving Hu