Page 30 of For Your Consideration

Especially mine when it came to her, it seemed.

I wasn’t sure I’d ever been jealous in my life. Add it to the growing list of emotions Sutton was bringing out in me.

“Have a great day.” She ended the call then smiled shyly up at me. I hadn’t seen her in two days because it felt too aggressive to be bothering to see her so soon. But I was harassing Quinn for updates, much to Knight’s annoyance. I just wanted to make sure she was good. It’s what I did with all six of my other friends. Kind of. In a way. Except I didn’t go more than a few hours without seeing or hearing from them. “Hi.”

“Who was that?”

That was not what I meant to say—it just came out before I could stop it. And I certainly didn’t mean to say it in that tone.

She didn’t seem offended but she did frown in confusion.

“Mr. Hanson? He’s been calling every few days.”

“Why won’t Quinn get on the phone with him?”

Her lips twitched, holding back a smile. “Mr. Hanson has a lot of money.”

I just managed not to spit out that I would have more.

“And he wants to make a donation. Quinn dealt with him before she hired me so he wants to talk to her but he keeps getting me.”

I didn’t know what the fuck was funny about that. I doubted Knight would be too pleased about some asshole wanting to talk to his woman.

I tilted my head and studied her. Her long honey-blonde hair was loose today, a slight curl through it. She looked just as stunning with her hair up as she did down. The light was making it shine. I wasn’t sure what she was doing to make it shine like that but it looked so silky I wanted to touch it. Her coconut scent lingered in the air and for some fucking reason, it was giving me a semi. I shook myself out of the distraction and focused back on Mr. Asshole Hanson.

Was she smiling and laughing because she was impressed with him? Because he was donating a lot of money? That wouldn’t be a problem; I could beat anyone with the money I had growing daily in my accounts.

“Isn’t there a donation department that deals with that kind of thing?”

She shrugged. “Yeah, but I don’t mind.” I narrowed my eyes at her as she tapped her chin, mischief dancing in her eyes while she thought. I was clenching my jaw so tight I thought it was going to crack. “He might call so much because he’s an eighty-two-year-old man who lost his wife about a year ago. I think he’s just lonely.”

She lifted an eyebrow at me as my shoulders relaxed. I grunted, deciding that a response wasn’t needed now. I finally put the coffee down that I’d been holding in front of her on the desk.

She didn’t look at it. “Quinn isn’t here.”

“I know.”

“Then…” This time her eyes did dart down before moving back to me with surprise on her face. “You brought me a coffee?” I nodded as she sent me a big smile. “You are a serious life saver.” She grabbed the cup and took a big sip with a sigh. Satisfaction bloomed in my chest at her excitement over something so simple. “Did you text Quinn for my order?” She sounded shocked as she looked up at me.

I moved around the desk and leaned on the side so I had a better view of her. Because I would be okay to watch her all fucking day.

I didn’t bother answering her question, because yes, I had texted Quinn for her coffee order.

“We’re friends,” was the answer I gave. It had shocked me a little when she said it in the car, but it was fine. I didn’t like her in any other way. I was just trying to help her out a little, because I could. “I need your keys.”

She choked a little on her coffee, cleared her throat, and then looked up at me. “Pardon?”

“Keys.” I held out my hand, waiting.

“Need more information, Asher.” She raised an eyebrow, watching me.

“It snowed.”

A lot.

It was April, which meant that despite having warmer days, we could still sometimes see a dump like this. The worst part was that it was heavy, wet, and the roads were likely to turn icy since the temperature was dropping overnight to just below freezing.

“I know, I drove in it this morning. I think it’s supposed to stop by three,” Sutton said, looking over her shoulder out the window and the heavy flakes coming down. It was lighter than it had been earlier, and I would be able to get the worst of the snow off her car without her having to do much work later, which was why I’d shown up now after watching the radar all morning.