Weeks later, you get a surprise visitor

"James?"

You looked up from your desk in your new office, still trying to get sorted with the unfamiliar faces and the different voices from all the new people you were working with. Taylor-Thompson didn't let you go but they understood your circumstances and, when the opportunity arose, you decided to pack up and move from Nashville to the outskirts of Bellevue, just outside of Seattle, where you had planted roots and taken over as senior project lead on the newest software for commercial jets, something you had always prized and now you were able to take it over. Still, the move had been a bit difficult, to say the least, but after you sold the house and had packed up your stuff, with some help from your colleagues, it had been a bit of fresh air.

What surprised you, though, was Hayleigh who had shown up at your doorstep a few hours before you left and had several boxes of her own in tow. When you looked at her, she just smiled and took your hand and held it. "I talk a good game but I mean it, too...I want a new beginning and I want it with you. No more regrets, enough of that."

She was a godsend.

Driving cross country with someone so intimately familiar with you, where you didn't have to worry about awkwardness or shyness, that helped a lot. Plus, and this surprised even you, the level of grief you felt at losing Sarah was mitigated by her presence. She didn't push, didn't **** you to do anything or say anything, just to be there with you and to help be a presence with you. If that wasn't love, well, you could do much worse.

"Yes?"

The woman looked over her shoulder and then turned back to look at you. "There's someone out here who wanted to see you. Said it's urgent?"

You blinked at that and after making sure your work was backed up, got up from your desk and followed the woman out to the reception area. It took only a few moments before you recognized the person looking around the lobby. "What the...?"