Dominic

The next day, Oliver and I drive out to check on the progress of several new properties scattered across Washington State. By Friday noon, we’ve made our way to Spokane and stopped for lunch at a pub the locals swear has the state’s best pizza. After debating, we agreed that wasn’t quite true, but they were pretty damn close.

We could have planned something more efficient than a multiday road trip, I suppose, but I don’t often get to hang out with my best friend someplace that’s not the office or my daughters’ tea parties. And if I’m being totally honest, I also wanted a chance to clear my head and figure shit out about Presley, which is hard to do when I see her all day, every day, at work.

“What do you think of the town?” I ask, draining the last of my wheat ale. If this place has one thing going for it, it’s the incredible beer.

Oliver shrugs cheerfully. “Seems pretty nice. It’s no Seattle, but then again, I’m biased. With the airport and all the basketball tourism, I think our new location will get more than enough traffic to remain profitable, even with the first hotel already there. Especially since the cheap real estate keeps our expenses low.”

“I see someone read the projections report.”

He scoffs, pretending to be offended. “I’ll have you know I always read everything I’m supposed to.” Then his smile slips a bit. “Listen, can I ask you something?”

Oliver almost never sounds this serious. It instantly makes me suspicious.

“That depends on what it is.”

“I need you to be completely honest with me here, dude.”

“Christ, just spit it out.”

He presses his lips into a flat line, breathing out through his nose, then asks, “Are you doing anything with Presley that you shouldn’t be?”

I hope he can’t see my shoulders tense. “You’ve already asked me that.”

“I know,” he says mildly. “It’s not illegal to ask the same question twice.”

“Well, the answer is no,” I lie.

“Are you sure that’s the story you’re sticking with? I know you want her.”

is it with you and this topic?” I snap. “Why are you so obsessed with the idea of me fucking her? How many times are you going to

a few drops of beer slosh out. “Dammit, Dom, don’t lie to me. I’m your best

“Hey,” I grunt.

is happening that might fuck up things between our CEO

with her. I wasn’t even the one who recommended her for the spot initially. The others had seen her work, and there was really no question. The rest of the interns did fine, but fine doesn’t

kind of girl who will want a house in the suburbs

to be Prince Charming?” Shit, I should have kept denying it. Getting offended only proves

don’t want the same things in life. Or at least not when it comes to relationships.”

heavy sigh escapes me.

and it’s not fair to let her wait a single

fact still doesn’t help me stay away from her. When it comes to her, I’m utterly helpless. The more time I spend with her, the more my doubts and fears creep in, but the harder it is to pull away. Why can’t I

that you won’t

lips.

finish that sentence, and I’m grateful

when

daily routine and all their likes and dislikes—probably better than I do, I hate to admit—so it’s rare for her to have a question.

“What’s up, Fran?”

is frantic and . . .

blood pressure spikes at the sound of

with no harm done, and you know me, I’m not afraid of a little mess, so I cleaned it up and put Lacey to bed with some Pedialyte and tried to calm down Emilia, but then suddenly I felt awful, and now I

okay, Francine. I can come home. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Which won’t be very soon at all, seeing as Seattle is almost three

wrong?” Oliver asks, his brow

receiver to quickly mutter, “Everyone in the entire world caught

to call you back home,” Francine is saying,

It’s no trouble at all. But it’ll take me a

happen when I’m on the other side of the fucking state. Guess I

to take the car and ditch you here,” I tell Oliver. “I’d fly,

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