“I am sure there are,” she agreed. “But I’ve had enough change in my life. I’m ready to stay put. Denver is home now—”

“You should at least hear my offer.”

Whitney held his gaze. “Not interested.”

“You’re ready to give it all up? Everything you’ve worked so hard to gain?”

He was right. She had worked hard during her years at Sheenan Media, but then, she’d loved her job. It wasn’t just a job, either. It had been a passion. She’d been able to pour her design background into every aspect of Sheenan Media from branding to overhauling each different magazine’s design. Working with her editorial team she’d had her finger in everything, and it had been wildly fulfilling. Creating. Collaborating. Developing. Managing. Cormac might be the numbers guy, but she’d become his brand expert.

She would not cry. She wouldn’t. “Apparently it’s time to spread my wings and look outside Sheenan Media.”

“You have so much freedom here. You’ve been given so much control.”

“But you’re taking away the freedom and control, forcing all to relocate from homes we love to nowhere Montana.”

“Whitney, you’re from nowhere Montana.”

“And I left it. For good reason.”

“You don’t have to live in Marietta. Lots of the team is house hunting in Bozeman.”

“I definitely can’t live in Bozeman.”

He shot her a swift glance, puzzled, and then his expression cleared. “This is about April.”

“It’s not just April. It’s all of it. You, me, April and Daryl, Daisy. It’s too much. It’s too painful. I can’t go back there. I can’t live with those memories.”

“Do you not ever let yourself think about her? About them?”

She pushed up to her feet. “I don’t want to discuss it.”

“Whitney, that’s not healthy—”

“I don’t want to discuss it!” She grabbed her purse and her coat from the hook on the wall. “I have to go. I need to go.”

He was on his feet, too, and he reached for her but she lunged backwards, throwing an arm out to keep him away.

“You have no right,” she choked.