Page 48 of Crazy In Love
“Hey, it’s Bridger Chadwick.”
“The truck isn’t ready yet—I just got it here.” He laughed.
“I know. No rush on mine. But can you add a set of snow tires on Emilia Taylor’s car, and get that to her as soon as possible? I’ll pay for rush service.”
“Yeah, of course. You got it. And I’m billing this to you?”
“You are. But she thinks you owe me a favor, so let’s keep it that way.”
“Not a problem. I’ll have this to her in a few days,” he said. “We’re crazy busy with accidents from the snowstorm, but we’ll get you in there as fast as we can.”
“Appreciate it.”
I ended the call with Bert and made one more to Brenner.
There was one more thing I needed to take care of.
fourteen
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Emilia
It had beena busy day at the flower shop, and I had a raging headache. I’d made dinner for my brother and Shana, and they’d gone to Booze and Brews after to have a few drinks. I was grateful to be home, and I couldn’t wait to get into the bathtub and soak my feet.
I had a hot date with my laptop tonight. I planned to research some more marketing ideas for Vintage Interiors, because I was determined to get my first client before Christmas. It would be nice to have something to report the next time I had dinner with my parents.
My mother’s negativity was exhausting most days, but today, in particular, it stung a little extra. She’d embarrassed me in front of Bridger Chadwick with her comment about no one wanting to date me.
Obviously, I no longer had a childhood crush on the man, but he was still the best-looking guy I’d ever laid eyes on. I didn’t need her pointing out that I was in a dry spell.
A big dry spell.
I hadn’t been on a date in a while. Yes, Josh Black had sort of asked me out, but thankfully, I’d managed to get out of that one.I’d texted him to let him know that I’d been frazzled at the flower shop when I’d agreed to go to dinner, but I just had too much on my plate at the moment, so I’d bowed out. Let’s just say, I knew too much about him, and I wasn’t interested.
And I sure as hell didn’t need my mother advertising my disaster of a love life.
I had my books, and that was enough lately.
There was a knock on my door, which caught me off guard, but maybe Jacoby and Shana were back from the bar and wanted to say good night before they got settled in the guest cottage, which was out in my backyard.
I pulled the door open, surprised to see Emerson standing there with her son, Cutler. I’d known her most of my life, and she’d always been so kind to me. Even after that article appeared in “The Taylor Tea” about her fiancé having an affair with her maid of honor. Her wedding had been called off, but she’d never been different toward me. And I’d met her little boy, Cutler, the day when Easton had proposed to Henley at Bridger’s barn a few months ago.
“Hi,” I said as I smiled at both of them.
“I’m so sorry to stop by without warning, but my brother was worried about the bump on your head, and he’s the most persistent guy when he wants something.” She chuckled.
“Yep. Uncle Bridger doesn’t take no for an answer, right, Mama?” Cutler said.
I stepped back as a gust of wind blew by. “Come on in. It’s freezing out there.”
They followed me inside, and I closed the door behind them. I was stunned that they were here. I mean, the man wouldn’t speak to me just a few weeks ago, and now I’d actually gotten an apologyandhe was worried about the bump on my head?
“Thank you. I promise we won’t stay long. I would have come earlier and gone to your shop, but I was swamped at the office today in Magnolia Falls. So we couldn’t get here until now.”
I came to a stop. “What? You weren’t in town visiting family?”
“No. I had work today and Cutler had school.” She chuckled.
