Page 87 of Misadventures of a Biker

“I will.”

“I’ll make the inquiries. We should be able to before the end of the day. Tomorrow at the latest.”

“Any word on when Devin will be back?” he asked. “I’d like his opinion on the standard of construction used for each of them.”

“I’m sure he’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Let’s make sure he’s scheduled to go with us,” he said. “I’ve waited this long. Another day or two won’t hurt me.”

“I’ll make contact with the owners and with Devin, and I’ll be in touch. How’s that?”

He stood. “Perfect.” He gave a nod. “As always, Teddi, it was a pleasure.”

“Likewise,” I said.

I escorted him to the door and wished him well. As his Rolls Royce pulled away, I peered into the parking spot that Devin had taken ownership of upon arrival. It seemed strange to see it vacant.

I went to my office, got my phone, and sent him a text.

Hope everything’s okay. Let me

know if you need anything. :)

I placed the phone on the corner of my desk and began my queries into the homes Harry referenced. I then began searching for similar homes in the area. Phone calls to prospective sellers followed, hoping they’d reached a point that they were ready to sell. In what seemed like no time, the day had escaped me.

Janine stepped into my office and cleared her throat. “Where’s your boyfriend?”

“Devin?” I asked.

She cocked her hip and gave me a look. “He’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?”

“He is.”

“Where the fuck is he?”

“Sick. Why?”

“He was doing something for me. I wanted to know if it was done.”

“What was it?”

“What’s it matter?” she asked, her voice taking on a tone of irritation.

Her New Jersey attitude was often more than I could stomach, but she was a great worker. The East Coast clients loved her. I was surprised that Devin could work with her; then again, he seemed to get along with all walks of life.

“I guess it doesn’t,” I said. “I was just wondering.”

“He’s good with compiling data,” she said. “He’s making me a spreadsheet of homes and the clients’ names for certain dates and price ranges so I could call them to see if they were ready to upgrade.” Her brows raised. “Satisfied?”

I laughed. “Sure.”

“When’s he coming back?”

“Tomorrow, I suppose.”

“He better,” she said. “I need that spreadsheet.”

She stomped off in a huff. I reached for my phone and checked my text messages, only to find that Devin hadn’t responded.