Series: The Laws of Opposite Attract Series by Vi Keeland
Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 105253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Devyn: It is, but I’ll get through it.
Owen: I’ve got just the thing to make you feel better, if you let me.
Devyn: Oh?
Where is he going with this?
Owen: I bet there’s a pie shop open somewhere.
Ah.
Devyn: Believe it or not, I think I’m all pied out after the last one from Boston we demolished.
Owen: When you ghosted me, I never thought I’d get to hear you moan ever again. And then came the Key lime. Sad to see it go, though, if you’re over it.
Devyn: Don’t worry. I’ll want it again by next weekend.
Owen: Me or the pie? ;-)
I knew he was kidding, but it made me sad.
Devyn: I’m sorry that I did that.
Owen: What are you referring to?
Devyn: Oof. Not good that you require clarification. That must mean I’ve screwed up more than once with you. I was referring to leaving you that first night at the hotel.
Owen: Anyone in your shoes would’ve done the same thing.
Devyn: How so?
Owen: You’d just had the best sex of your life and needed to rush out immediately to tell the world. You tried to come back and find me, but I’d literally fucked your brains out, and you no longer remembered which hotel you’d left me at. Happens to the best of us.
Devyn: LOL, if only that fable were true.
Owen: That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.
Devyn: Thank you for making me happy tonight. Now I’ll be going to bed with a smile on my face.
Owen: That’s what “friends” are for.
Devyn: Friends…emphasis on the quotation marks.
Owen: Exactly. I’m banking on those.
CHAPTER 13
Owen
I checked my cell phone for the tenth time. Still no call from Devyn. I frowned and looked back at the text exchange with my buddy Marcus. It had been more than two hours since he’d responded that they were done in court. I reread the first message I’d sent him at noon.
Owen: Hey. Just checking in. Haven’t heard from Devyn yet. Is the hearing over?
Marcus: We were in and out in an hour. Pulled a few strings and managed to get her before a judge.
Owen: Everything go okay?
Marcus: I’ll let her fill you in—attorney-client privilege and all. But it’s safe to say, she left like most women who use my services—a very satisfied customer. ; )
I had the urge to punch him after that last comment—maybe even harder than I had the first time around. I took a deep breath and tried to ignore that it had been three hours since they’d finished in court, and Devyn still hadn’t messaged me to let me know how it went. Maybe I was being ridiculous, but I’d expected her to text as soon as she got out.
Of course, my jealous ass couldn’t help wondering whether she’d called Robert from the courthouse steps.
Whatever.
Between missing work to go to Boston on Friday, being distracted when I came into the office on Saturday afternoon, and now staring at my phone all morning—I really needed to pull my head out of my ass. I had clients to call back, staff to check in with, and buildings that weren’t going to find buyers by themselves. So I forced myself back to work and didn’t come up for air until the receptionist, Missy, popped her head into my office an hour or so later.
“You have a visitor.” She smiled. “A very pretty lady.”
My heart leaped.
Devyn.
She came to tell me the good news in person.
Maybe she wants to go celebrate.
I couldn’t get out from behind my desk fast enough. But my racing heart screeched to an abrupt halt when I stepped out of my office and saw a beautiful woman, who was not Devyn.
Tarryn’s face lit up with a smile. “Hey, you.”
It felt like the wind had gotten knocked out of me. I had to mask my disappointment, pretending to be excited to see her. “Hey. What are you doing in New York?”
“I’m in town for the day.”
The receptionist, as well as two of my newer agents, now watched the two of us like a ping-pong match. Considering Tarryn and I had done business a few times, and things hadn’t exactly been professional, I thought it was best to catch up in private. I walked over and gave her a friendly hug.
“It’s good to see you.” I nodded toward the back. “Come into my office.”
Tarryn’s high heels clickity-clacked along the hardwood floors as she walked. I thought I might’ve caught a smirk on one of the agent’s faces, so I cleared my throat and pointed to her laptop.
“Did you get everything set up for the Prince Street showing this weekend?”
“Uh, no. I’m working on it.”
“Let’s finish that up today, please.”
She nodded and diverted her eyes to the screen.
Inside my office, I shut the door.
“Sorry to drop in on you like this,” Tarryn said. “But I was in the area, so I thought I’d take a chance and see if you were here.” She looked me up and down. “You look amazing, as always.”