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Grandma spent the whole flight cussing all men to hell, which had me in a very good mood the whole time we were in the air. That mood died a quick death when we landed, and I saw all the missed calls and messages from my boss.
Apparently, Garrett Jacobi wanted a meet. It took a minute for me to place the name as I made my way to the waiting car. I called my boss back right away because business is business, after all. “I’m so sorry; I know what weekend this is, but that man is difficult to deal with, and he will only deal with you. Can you please give him a call?”
“What’s the number? Did you tell him that I was getting married this weekend?”
“I didn’t, no, I didn’t want to put him off in any way.”
“Got it. I’ll talk to him.” I made the call on the way to the resort not too put out because I try not to life get in my way too much.
“Ms. Archer, nice of you to return my call.”
“Mr. Jacobi, what seems to be the problem?”
“There’s a typo in one of the contracts we signed. I’d like to have it taken care of before long, and since you were the other signee, your presence is needed so that the correction can be notified.”
Anal, are we? “That’s fine, but I’m in Cabo.”
“What’s in Cabo?”
“Well, it was supposed to be my wedding, but that’s a bust.”
“What?”
“Nothing! The problem is, I’ll be here for two weeks. Can it wait?”
“No, I’ll be there in a couple of hours.”
“Where? You don’t even know where I am.”
“I’ll find you.” I looked at the phone after he hung up in my ear. What the hell is his malfunction? And what the fuck is mine? My heart was thumping against my rib cage.
What the hell does a couple of hours mean to this git? It’s been five hours already and I’ve been on pins and needles this whole time. When the phone in the room rang while I was in the middle of getting ready for dinner, I almost jumped out of my skin. I knew it wasn’t one of my family members because they would’ve just called my cell.
“Hello!”
“Ms. Archer, your car is waiting downstairs?”
“Car? What car?”
“Mr. Jacobi has sent his car and driver to fetch you, ma’am.”
“I’ll be right down.” I hung up the phone and looked down at the white sundress and sandals.
I obviously didn’t bring any business wear, and I refused to go to any of the stores downstairs because I didn’t invite him. There was a white Rolls Royce waiting right outside the doors when I arrived, and the driver opened the back door upon my approach.
I barely saw the legs of the occupant but somehow knew it was him. I’d told my brothers that someone was coming to sign something for work, but there was no mention of me driving away with him. I looked back at the elevators, but it was too late to do anything about it.
I walked over to the car and got in, feeling nervous for the first time since I was about nine. “Good evening.”
“Good evening. Did you bring the papers?” Before he answered, the car pulled off with me inside.
“I have a confession to make.”
“About what?”
“There are no papers.”
“Excuse me?”
