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“I know. But she doesn’t trust him. She doesn’t want him working there in any capacity.”
There’s a long silence, but then she finally says, “I’ll have to think about it.”
“Okay,” I say. I open my mouth to say something else, but hesitate. Any words of comfort or — god forbid — advice, would be taken as too personal. Thankfully, I’m rescued by the most unlikely of sources.
“I have to go,” I say. “Rhett’s calling me.”
“Okay,” Sloane says. Then, before I can hang up, she says, “Liz?”
“Yes, ma’am?
“I knew I didn’t make a mistake hiring you.”
She hangs up before I can say another word. I switch the call over to Rhett.
“Hello!” I practically shout with glee, and then wince. Contain some of that excitement, Liz, damn.
“You sound happy,” Rhett says. “What’s going on?”
Tell him about Marie or not? I remember his reaction in the car, when he called me out on being nervous about staying with the company once he took over. Probably best to let his mom have that conversation. But I could give him a brief overview, right?
“I ran into Marie. The deal might still be on.”
“Wait, really?” Rhett asks. He sounds less happy than I would have expected. “Huh.”
“Don’t get too excited,” I say. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“It’s too soon to get excited,” Rhett snaps. “‘Might be on’ is hardly a guarantee. Where are you?”
“Downstairs,” I say. “I’m coming up to the room to shower.”
“No time. You’re late.”
Where’s this tone coming from? Is he mad I left him on the rooftop? Probably. It’s understandable, but I’m still a little annoyed he’s ruining my high.
“Late? For what?”
“We’re picking up my new car. We had a deal, remember?”
Oh crap. I’d completely forgotten.
“Where are you?”
“I’m out front getting the Hellcat from the valet. Meet me here in five minutes.” He hangs up before I can say anything else.
Okay, definitely annoyed. I run a hand through my hair and check myself in the mirror behind the bar. Why am I making sure I look okay? I had a moment of weakness last night, Rhett did too. We both know this weekend is about work, nothing more.
Right?
I leave the bar, heading toward Rhett and avoiding looking back at the table where he’d made me laugh.
CHAPTER TWELVE
LIZ
There’s a line of expensive cars sitting behind Rhett’s Challenger, and a gaggle of not-so-pleased, hungover-looking rich guys standing just inside the heated alcove of the Sandor’s main doors. All of the displeasure is pointed at the usual suspect.
“Just pull over, asshole!” a stout man sporting bushy sideburns and stuffed into salmon-colored golf attire shouts. “I have a tee time.”
