CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The weeks ran into each other. Caleb tried to focus on work, but thinking about Becca distracted him as much as when she was a part of his life. Not seeing her hadn’t gotten easier. The passing days intensified a need he didn’t understand. Still, he kept telling himself breaking it off now had saved them both from suffering any genuine hurt. Things had worked out for the best, and it was time to move on.
Logically, he understood that. But tonight, on his dream date at Pacifica, he wondered if moving on had been the right decision.
Thanks to the heat from the camera lights and a powerful case of nerves, sweat dripped down the back of Caleb’s neck. The cordless microphone he wore didn’t help.
The only time he’d been this uncomfortable had been during the interview. He wa
