Page 18 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
“No, it is. It is. You’re the best sister a guy could ask for.” He finally lets me go, and I take a step back.
“Well, I did it for Mackenzie and Madison. I just love them so much.”
“Yeah, I know that. We appreciate this so much and we love you Nells.”
“I love you, too. I guess,” I mumble. Brian smiles, playfully punching me in the arm. Just then my phone rings, giving me an out from this whole thing.
“Let me see who this is,” I hold up my finger. It doesn’t matter if it’s spam, I’m going to pick up so that I can walk away from my family.
It’s a number I don’t recognize, but it’s local.
“I’ve got to take this,” I say, striding off without waiting for an answer. “Hello,” I answer. “This is Nellie.”
“Hey girl,” drawls a low, unmistakable voice. To my surprise it’s Nash. His voice is raspy and growly, like he doesn’t want anyone to hear our conversation. Idefinitelydon’t want Brian and Vivica knowing Nash is calling me, so I step even further away.
“Yeah, it’s me. Is everything okay? What do you want?” I don’t mean to sound so guarded, but this whole business has me on high alert. I don’t need Nash knowing the effect he has on me.
“Where are you?”
“Um, I’m at my brother’s house.”
“Oh,” he drags it out, the bass in his voice reverberating through my body. I could take a bath in his words if he didn’t irk me so much. Plus, he’s my new boss, so that would inappropriate. “Did you tell him the good news?” Nash asks.
“I did.”
“I’m sure he was beyond happy.” I can hear the smile in his voice. This whole thing is probably a game to him.
“What do you want? Why are you calling me?” I demand.
“I wanted to talk to you about your employment.” What is there that he needs to say to me? I already agreed to this whole stupid thing.
“I already sent in my resignation, and Porter Peabody wasnothappy about the short notice, but there’s nothing they can do about it. So I’ll be at Jaybird bright and early Monday morning, never fear.”
Nash laughs, and I don’t understand why.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. But don’t come to Jaybird on Monday, even though we could probably use an on-site accountant.” My accounting nerd almost takes over because I want to ask him why he hasn’t gotten an in-house accountant for his very sizable business. But the more pressing matter is why I’m not going to Jaybird. Where am I supposed to go, if not the chop shop?
“Wheredoyou want me then?”
“You’ll meet me at my house, instead.”
“Your house?”
“Yes, I’ll text you the address and the time to be there.” What in the world could I possibly have to do at his house? Does he need a personal accountant? He didn’t mention anything like that before. Maybe he wants me to do Jaybird work from there because they’re short office space at the chop shop. I guess that could make sense. Granted, I left without asking a single question about the job, but that’s because I was rather pissed off. He’s throwing all these new variables at me that I hadn’t considered.
“Why am I going to your house? How am I going to work for your company from there? Do you have a desk ready for me at your house?”
The answer I get is a dial tone. The bastard hung up on me! Is he joking?! If this is what working for Nash is like, no wonder Brian made a couple mistakes. The guy is insufferable. How am I supposed to know what to do if he won’t tell me?
I silently curse at my phone as a stand in for Nash before putting it back in my pocket. If I stay here, it’s not going to help my mood, so I may as well leave.
I go back over to my brother and his wife, so I can say goodbye.
“I’m going to head out, guys. I’ll see you later.”
“Really? You can’t stay a little bit longer?” Vivica pouts.
