Page 6 of Forgotten Dreams
“Hey.” I put the phone to my ear. “What’s up?”
“Hey,” she says quickly. “You know that Victorian house you were eyeing for the past month on Preston Street?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, it’s just been sold, and the real estate agent just called us to ask if we would be willing to meet with the new owners.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, “I was thinking of buying the house and fixing it up.”
“You don’t have time. Now you can just fix it up, and everyone wins,” she returns happily.
“Yeah, okay,” I agree, and then she doesn’t talk. “What’s wrong?”
“Well,” she sings out the word, “the new owner is really keen on moving in right away.”
“Okay,” I reply, not knowing where she’s going with this.
“She said she’ll pay extra.” I start to groan. “I know the list is long, but if we move some things around…”
“We can’t do it,” I tell her, shaking my head. “We already have a waiting list.”
“This is your dream job,” she reminds me. “It’s going to be a huge undertaking, and you’re the only one who can do it justice.”
I hold the bridge of my nose. “I’ll have to call in some men from home.”
“Already on it,” she says, and I look up. “What would you do without me?”
“Fine,” I huff out, “tell her I’ll take the meeting.”
Chapter 4
Sierra
The phone rings from beside me on my desk, and then it rings on my computer screen, showing me Lilah is FaceTiming me. I move my cursor to the green accept button in the corner of the screen, waiting for it to connect before I say, “Hello.”
Her face fills the screen with a huge smile, and I see she’s at home. “Hey,” she says, her hair piled on her head as she leans on her elbows on the island.
I smile when I see Emmett come in and stand behind her, probably not knowing she’s on the phone, before hugging her and then kissing the side of her face. “Hi, Emmett.”
He looks at her phone, shocked. “Oh, hey, Sierra.” He looks at Lilah. “I’ll leave you two be,” he says, turning to leave but not before he smacks her ass.
She just shakes her head and watches as he walks away. She literally sighs before she looks back at me, and I can’t help but laugh at her. “Do you need to call me back?”
She closes her eyes and laughs at herself. “No, I’m fine.” She giggles. “I get him all the time anyway.” Looking over to where Emmett must be standing and winking at him.
“Good to know.” After all the time she’s been in love with him, I'm happy that the feeling is returned.
“How’re you doing?” I shrug my shoulders at her question. It’s been two weeks since my life was turned upside down. Two weeks I’ve felt like I’ve been living in a fog of sorts. The only thing I’ve been consistent in has been my work. I’ve been working all hours of the night when insomnia catches up with me. Which is why I now set my alarm clock for eight o’clock because I’m sleeping until noon and then staying up until four o’clock in the morning. It’s time to get my ass back into a routine.
“About the same. I don’t know what to think.” Lilah was the first person I called once I left my parents’ house. She didn’t understand a word I was saying and literally talked me through the sobbing. She was calm, and three hours later, she was at my door with a packed bag.
“I finally got a therapist.” Her eyes go up. “It’s been a week.”
“Is that helping?” she asks softly.
“I think the shock is wearing off,” I admit. “I need to call my parents and talk to them.”
“How do you think that’s going to go?”
