Page 67 of Double or Nothing

“Of course, of course. I always have time for you,” Jack says. “I apologize about Kat’s behavior. She is usually more—”

“She’s perfect,” I interrupt. He offers me a seat, but I decline with a shake of my head. “This won’t take long. I just wanted you to know Kat did nothing wrong. Her asshole client demanded she have dinner with him, which was out of line.”

“And you’re that asshole?” he confirms.

“The one and only.” I chuckle. “Kat and I, we have history.”

“So, I’ve heard.” He raises his eyebrows with a smirk.

“Not like that. Not exactly. Anyway, the point is, demanding she have dinner with me and forcing her to be my host was wrong. However, through it all, Kat has remained completely professional.”

“That’s what you came here to tell me?”

I nod.

“Are you sure this thing with you and Kat is still history?” There’s a knowing smile on his face as though he can see right through my facade.

I chuckle as I shake my head. “I don’t know what it is. I just know, regardless of the issues we’ve had, Kat has been nothing but professional and accommodating.”

Jack nods his head. “I’ll talk to her when she gets in today.”

“When who gets in today?”

Jack and I both turn our heads, and standing in the doorway is Kat.

“Speak of the devil.” Jack smiles. “Looks like I owe you an apology.”

“Sure do and an explanation,” Kat says. “Who told you I missed dinner with Sutton?”

“I already told you it was that douche, Callum,” I reply before Jack can answer.

“Callum?” Jack sounds confused—and surprised—by my accusation. “It wasn’t Cal. It was someone from your team, Sutton. Someone named… Val?”

No, that can’t be right.

“Are you sure?”

“Who’s Val?” Kat directs her question at me.

“No one important.” Without another word, I storm out of his office. I know Val is a lot of things, but this? Why the fuck would she do this? How in the hell did she even know?

By the time I reach my suite, I’m fuming. Livid. It may not have been intentional, but I just fucked Kat over. Again. How in the hell am I supposed to redeem myself when this shit keeps happening? Taking my anger out on the door, I slam it shut behind me after I step into the suite.

“What’s wrong?” Mac, sitting on the couch, his laptop in front of him, has a concerned look.

“What’s wrong?” I shout. “It wasn’t Callum who called Kat’s boss.”

“Then who?”

I press my palms to the table and stare into the screen.

“What the fuck are you trying to pull?”

“Excuse me?” she gasps.

“What did you do?” Mac asks, his question directed at Val, not me.

I might have a bit of a temper, but it takes a hell of a lot to get me there. So, if I’m pissed, Mac already knows there’s a good reason.

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