Sydney’s eyes like molten gold. Warm and full of happiness. The usual banked emotion had been unleashed for a few short hours. Dancing with me. Wrapped around me, skin to sin.
Her voice trembling around my name when I?—
Fuck.
I pushed it back and dived deeper into the portfolios that came my way. Tripling money for our high moneyed clients. I’d even hopped on a few of them myself to bring more capital in for Gavin’s project.
For the Terrace.
When the permits landed in my email, I’d paused over her name.
She’d gotten them, just as she said she would. At least in that way, she’d come through.
On the fourth day, my group chat blew up.
Jude:
Meet at the Terrace at noon.
Gavin:
No excuses. Take a damn lunch, X
Jude:
we need to make some decisions
Gavin:
About a lot of things
see you then
My stomach twisted. Decisions about what?
It had to be details on the build, that was all. Jude couldn’t know we’d crashed and burned.
She’d made sure of that.
I’d made sure of that.
I grabbed my keys for the Shadow, shrugging out of my suit jacket and shirt.
“Thank God.”
I looked up to see Devon in the doorway.
“Thank God what?” I pulled a Loki shirt out of my desk drawer. I was feeling pretty villainous about now. If there was another problem with this build I was going to go nuclear on anyone in the vicinity.
The permits were fine.
There wasn’t going to be anything wrong with the site.
It was probably just an intervention with my business partners. I’d only been MIA a few days—it wasn’t a big deal.
“You haven’t left for FHK in days, sir.”
“I know, Devon. I had things to deal with here.”
