Page 112 of On The Rocks

I paused, surprised it was a Ducati. Not exactly a cheap ride.

Annoyed, I strode up the walkway to the front doors. Inside the common area, the familiar black-clad driver—a woman—wassitting near the window, helmet still on. Now that she wasn’t blazing by me, I noticed she was wearing leathers with a hot pink stripe down her leg.

“Unbelievable.” I could feel her eyes on me as I stalked to the elevators. I glanced over my shoulder. “Got a problem, asshole?”

She tipped her head, but there was nothing but a glossy black face shield looking back at me.

The doors to my elevator opened and I hustled in.

She gave me the creeps.

Why the hell were people so fucking weird? Did she think she was funny?

My phone buzzed in my pocket, distracting me from the jackass. I pulled it out, my belly jittering at the name on the display.

“Hi, Richard.”

“Finally. You’ve been dodging me, Lennon.”

I sighed. “I haven’t made my decision yet.”

“The deal isn’t going to be on the table forever.”

“I know.” I played with the zipper on my jacket. “I’m actually heading down to Miami today to take a closer look at it. Your photos and videos were great, but I need to get a feel for it.”

“I’m glad to hear that. I can be in Miami on Monday if you want to talk more.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks for being patient with me.”

“Oh, I’m not.” Richard’s smooth voice was cool. “I want to work with you, Lennon, but I have plenty of projects in play. If you aren’t interested, just say so.”

“I am.”

“Are you sure?”

No. I wasn’t sure about anything.

“Just give me until Monday night.”

“I can do that. But that’s it.”

“Understood.” I toyed with my necklace as I stepped off the elevator. “I’ll make my decision by then.”

“Good. I’ll talk to you then.”

The phone went dead, and I shoved it in my pocket.

Evidently, I didn’t have until the summer to make my decision. And maybe it was for the best. Waffling about it was only making me crazy.

My brain was whirling as I took a shower. At the very least, I’d make sure this trip was the best it could be for me and Griffin. If it came to it, I’d make sure the taproom was staffed before I gave Kira my notice. The taproom ran like a well-oiled machine at this point. They didn’t truly need me.

Truthfully, I needed it more than they needed me.

And that was never more apparent than right now.

While my hair air dried, I dug into the back of my drawers and found a bronze bikini. If he wanted a bikini, he was getting one. I picked out a black one, as well, along with a few soft dresses that were perfect for my carryon.

Regardless of how this turned out, I would make sure we had one amazing trip.

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