He droned on for a few more minutes withspecifics, but I tuned out once I realized we were on time. By the time Austinwas asking about another walk-through meeting and when he could have theplayroom toys delivered, I was ready for the day to be over.
I loved the guys, but I’d peopled a lotalready.
Thankfully, the conversation startedturning random after that, signaling we were almost done. They weren’texhausting, but the party and meeting Tristan had taken a lot out of me. Theguys really didn’t understand because they were mostly extroverts, but socialevents were difficult.
And I needed dinner.
Wade poking me brought me back to thediscussion. “You ready to go?”
“Yes.” Nodding, I looked around the room tosee everyone breaking up and a few grins being aimed in my direction, but Iwasn’t upset. I’d gotten used to seeing it over the years.
Standing, I patted myself down to make sureI hadn’t left anything strange lying around Austin’s house. “I think I’m good.”
Wade smiled. “Phone? Papers you managed tohide? House keys?”
I snorted. “I didn’t get to bring mynotebook.”
I was going to be bitter about that for awhile.
He chuckled. “What about the notes you weremaking in the kitchen when Tristan found you?”
Shoot. I forgot I told them about that.“They should be in my wallet, and he even made me take a picture of them sojust in case I lose them I’ll still have the information.”
“He sounds smart.” Wade grinned as weheaded toward the front of the house. “And like he really knows writers.”
I had to grin as I shrugged. “Yeah.”
I just hoped everything else about himturned out to be just as good as his organizational abilities, and I couldn’thelp but be just a little curious about how those Type-A tendencies mightimpact his fantasy life.
Did control freaks have dirtier sex?
One could only hope.
Chapter 4
Tristan
I knew I should’ve called him the firsttime I knocked and there was no answer. By the third knock, I was starting tosee that he needed a keeper, not just an assistant. He was lucky I was born towrangle distracted artists.
Fourth time was the charm.
“What?” His boyish face looked even youngerwith his hair going in a thousand directions as he cocked his head, lookinglike he was trying to decide why I was there.
Refusing to give in and smile, I shoved thecoffee he’d demanded in his direction. “We have a meeting.”
“Oh.” He blinked again, nodding.
“Do you even know what day it is?” I gavehim a stern look as I ushered us both into the house so he would know I wasn’tkidding.
“Um, Wednesday?” He looked around the houselike he was just seeing it. “Maybe.”
“It’s Tuesday.” Glancing around the entry,I took a stab and guessed the doorway with light coming through it was probablyhis office. “Let’s go sit down.”
He was distracted enough that he followedwithout question, drinking his coffee like it was oxygen. I’d seen that lookbefore. “Why were you napping?”
I got another blank stare before he shookhis head. “I was tired?”
Great, a smart-ass too.
