Keira
I stared at the email for a long time before I woke Ryder up to show him, my heart pounding with a strange, conflicting mixture of excitement and dread.
"That's incredible," he said, reading it twice, his voice carrying genuine pride even through the obvious effort it took him to keep his tone steady. "Metro Sports Network. That's a real opportunity, Keira. Not some small local desk."
"It's six hundred miles away."
"I saw that." He handed the phone back, something careful settling behind his expression. "Are you going to apply? I mean, interview. Sorry, you already applied, clearly."
"I submitted my resume weeks ago, before any of this settled into something real. It was a long shot. I never actually expected a callback." I sat on the edge of the bed, phone clutched tightly in m
