Page 90 of The Merger
You have no clue. “One would think since my brother owns an airline that I might be able to get home on time.”
“One would think. I suggest taking that up with said brother, who has the power in these situations instead of your loyal, hardworking, efficient executive assistant.”
I grin, rolling my eyes.
“For the record, I did try getting you a flight out tonight,” she says. “With the storms popping up all over the country, everything’s messy.”
“Thanks for trying.”
“Of course. While I have you on the phone, I arranged for a call with Charlie’s office and Renn for next Thursday. It was the earliest I could schedule it.”
“Did you forward my notes after my call with Charlie to Renn?”
She laughs again. “Yes. Yes, I did. And Renn sent back a colorful interpretation of your notes, as well as commentary that would make for an amusing read if you’re bored on the plane in the morning.”
“One more thing, I have that event tomorrow night.”
“I called Renn’s personal assistant and had her send a new suit to your house this morning,” Kylie says. “It’s hanging in your closet right beside your socks from the dry cleaner.”
I chuckle. “They found them?”
“You were so pissed about them that I offered a reward if they could be located. Astrid grabbed them for you.”
“Send Astrid flowers or something and tell her thank you.”
“Consider it done.”
I hesitate. “While you’re at it, could you have a bouquet of peonies sent to my house tomorrow afternoon? I need them there before I land.”
“Oh. Sure,” she says, bamboozled. “Any certain colors? Any vibe you’re after?”
I scratch my head.What color flowers do I want to send?I have no clue.
“Orange or peach,” I say, remembering the color of Carys’s skirt the other night. “I assume there are orange peonies.”
“I shall scour every florist in this city until I find them.”
“Thanks.”
“Anything else?” she asks, amused.
“That’s it. Thanks, Kylie.”
“You’re very welcome, sir. Have a safe flight and enjoy your event tomorrow.”
“Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
I down my drink and then head into the bedroom.
My bags are packed, ready to go in the morning. It’s an odd sensation wanting to be home for something other than being alone. Usually, I’m ready to get back to my place to wall myself off from the world. It’s concerning that I’m itching to return to see someone—especially Carys.
I hoped putting miles between us after spending the night with her would put things on ice. Surely, I’d regain my composure. I’d remember all the reasons she was a bad idea and would return to Nashville with boundaries back in place.
Instead, I’m ordering flowers for her and noticing cacti.Who notices cacti?Someone who’s fucked. That’s who.
“I only want one thing from you. And it’s not your heart.”
