Arrive to work at 7:58 A.M. sharp. Check. Count forty-seven steps to cubicle. Check. Arrange pens in their red-blue-black-green-purple order of importance. Check. Apply hand sanitizer before opening email. Double check.
And that’s just the first few minutes of her work day.Thirty-one-year-old proofreader Bailey Mitchell is a slave to her tics. She inherited Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder from her father, and it’s done nothing but inhibit her love life. She’s run the gamut of boyfriends—none of them willing or able to cope with her condition.
Enter 32-year-old Reece Powell, her new coworker at Beach Elite Marketing Firm. He’s more than willing to cope. He finds her habits cute and quirky . . . for now. Reece wins her over, and life coasts along for them until Bailey experiences a devastating blow. Tragedy exacerbates her OCD, and Reece realizes her tics aren’t so cute and quirky anymore. Just like all the others, he has the choice to leave.
But Reece isn't like all the others.
The Wilmington Saga
Follow the stories of Wilmington, NC residents as they fall in and out of love, mend and break hearts, grow, change, lose, win, and experience what it means to truly live in this small coastal community.
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Noah dropped me home sometime around nine. I’d stayed for
dinner, thought I’d sobered up sufficiently to drive, but was told to keep my
car right where it was—on the curb in front of Erica’s house. She’d drive it
over tomorrow.
I live in a cul-de-sac in an old neighborhood filled with
one-story brick homes. They’re small—no bigger than 1500 square feet—but the
perfect size for a single woman tired of paying rent. I bought my house two
years ago. I’d started saving for a down payment eight years before that. I
thought my mother would be so proud of me for purchasing my first home—on my
own—but she was more concerned about the people to fill it.
“Just me, Mom,” I had said during my housewarming party. It
included my dad, younger sister, some coworkers, a few friends from college,
and Erica’s crew.
“Not even a roommate, Bailey? At least get a roommate. I
mean, what’s the point of two bedrooms if it’s just you?”
“Office space,” I replied.
“Office space for what? What do you need an office for? Do
you take work home with you? Do they make you work nights and weekends at that
place? Honey, let’s talk about the sales job. Remember that sales job I told
you about?”
“Mom, I’d be working more in sales. Do you understand? We’ve
been over this. Days. Nights. Weekends. Holidays. Vacations. That’s a sales
job!”
“Honey, this job is different. Now I gave Archie your
number. He said he’ll call you—”
“Oh my God! I just bought a house, Mom! Can we focus on the
house?!”
Yeah. So that’s how most of the conversations went with my
mother.
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