Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
I can’t contain a smile. “I’d love to.”
“I’m glad you’re feeling better,” she says for the third time since I woke up. “You can stay here for the rest of the week if you want. It would give us time to check all the last minute wedding details. We could do some lunches and a little light shopping. I promise I’ll give you plenty of time to rest.”
“I’d like that,” I blurt out because her apartment is a lot more comfortable than mine.
“Good.” She nods. “Let’s finish breakfast, and head over to the house to drop off the photograph. Do you need to check in with Reid?”
My gaze catches hers. “Why would I?”
She gestures toward the vase containing the pink roses he brought me two days ago. “He seemed very worried about you when he stopped by your place before we came here. It wouldn’t hurt to send him a short text message telling him you’re feeling better.”
Yes, it would.
I know Reid, and he’d view it as an invitation to talk about what I overheard. It’s not a big leap for me to reach that conclusion since he’s been sending me texts and emails asking me to call him.
I will once I know what I want to say to him.
“Cleo, a co-worker, texted me earlier asking how I am. I told her. She’ll pass it along to Reid.”
Lottie seems satisfied with that. “Onto more important things. Let’s get our asses to Queens to take another look at my new old house.”
CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
Reid
Since Evangeline has gone silent on me, my life has been upended. It has nothing to do with the fact that she’s not behind her desk and everything to do with the reality that I may have fucked up the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
I have to fix this, and I need that done now.
Sending her more flowers won’t work because I know she’s not at home. I found that out after I stood outside the door to her apartment building last night. I thought about texting her to ask her to let me up, but since she was already ignoring every message I had sent to that point, I devised a different plan.
I waited outside for almost an hour until a guy exiting the building let me in.
He questioned me briefly. I told him I liked his suit. He gave me an appreciative nod before he motioned for me to enter.
After that, I pounded on Evangeline’s door for a solid five minutes until a woman peered her head out of an apartment down the hall and told me to shut the hell up.
The expression on my face must have given away my despair because she found it in her heart to tell me that she saw Evangeline leave on Monday night with “her blonde friend and a hunky guy with big muscles.”
Since not one word of that described Randall, I felt the fury of jealousy grip me until the neighbor explained that the big, muscled guy was carrying pink roses out of the apartment, along with a few other things. She made sure to note that one looked like a container of soup.
I put enough pieces of that puzzle together to seek out Randall. I called him on my way out of the building and casually asked if he was hanging out with Charlotte last night. He was working, he said, and besides, his fiancée was with her maid of honor. Evie has been camped out at Charlotte’s since the last time I saw her.
I lucked out when Randall added on the random fact that Mack, his driver, was the man who drove them there from Evie’s place.
Stalking Charlotte’s apartment is an option, but since I have no idea where the hell that is, and I doubt Evie would find that acceptable, I’m out of luck.
I drop my head into my hands and exhale harshly.
“What deal did you screw up?” Baden asks from what I assume is the open doorway to my office.
I only have myself to blame for the impending conversation. I should have shut the damn door when I got to work three hours ago. I never arrive at six a.m., but I haven’t slept a wink the past two nights, and couldn’t stand another second in my apartment. I’ve spent too many memorable moments there with Evie recently.
“It’s not a deal,” I confess.
Baden knows me well enough to read between the lines. “Who did you fuck over?”
I motion for him to close the door. Employees are arriving, and I don’t want a nosy one to overhear what I’m about to say. The last thing Evangeline needs right now is for her co-workers to know about our relationship, if we still have one.
“You’re freaking me out,” he confesses as he unbuttons his suit jacket before taking a seat in one of the guest chairs that face my desk.