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So, we should meet and discuss it then. Tomorrow morning?

I almost held my breath. I wanted to see her so badly that I had to physically leave my phone in my den as I went to the kitchen to grab a beer. When I got back I checked her response.

I’ll speak with Gabriella about it.

What the fuck?

Well I guess it makes sense, it was her wedding. But I wasn’t too beat up because I know Gabriella doesn’t have the schedule that allows her to go to noon meetings with her florist, even if it was for her wedding. Levi was pulling all the weight of his case now. So, I waited patiently. When my phone rang, I jumped slightly, thinking it was Emilia.

“Hi, Natalie.” I gruffed. Just my sister, calling at the worst times as usual.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Checking NASDAQ and day trading.” It was around three so the numbers were good, I could up my profits today. I had to be careful with day trading, I don’t want to make more than a few grand with penny stocks.

“Of course. Do you want to meet me for dinner?” I wanted to say no. But there was a longing in her voice. Kit must be gone again.

“Kit’s gone again?” I asked her. I felt her scowl.

“Kevin…and yes he is. He left yesterday.” Her voice rang, she must be in her office.

“Sorry. Yeah, we can have dinner. What time?”

“I’ll be there in a few hours. I have some clients left.”

“Okay, see you.”

I felt bad for her, honestly. I know she loves the guy, but he was never around. Hell, Emilia was just down the street and it killed me not being able to see her. Speaking of, I still hadn’t heard back from her. She had to be done with work by now, so I dialed her.

“Hello?” Damn, she had the sexiest voice. Like bells and flowers. It may not make sense but it does to me.

“Emilia, you’ve been ignoring me.” I smirked.

“Ignoring you?” I heard the smile in her voice.

“Yes. What did Gabriella say?” She sighed.

“Um, she said she was going to ask you to go for her.” She murmured, and I smiled like it was Christmas.

“Uh huh, and what do you want to ask me?” I pressed. She huffed, like she did not want to see me.

“When are you free tomorrow?”

“Anytime. How does one work for you?”

“That’s…fine.” I was distracted by the numbers on my computer screen, so much so that I shouted out loud when I made sure.

“What, what is it?” She shouted, bringing me back down.

I clicked to accept the trade and then shut it down.

“Nothing I just made a good trade.”

“Oh, okay. Congratulations.”

“Thank you…what are you doing?” I heard her breathing on the end.

“Watching television.”

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