When I stood and went to turn to leave, Charlie called out my name.
“Nash?”
“Yeah?” I asked, glancing back at her.
“I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have invited her if I had known Blake was going to . . . well . . . be Blake. I thought maybe you were attracted to her.”
“I told her not to play matchmaker,” Tucker said.
Charlie shot him a dirty look before meeting my gaze again. “I’m really sorry.”
With a lighthearted laugh, I shrugged. “It’s fine, Charlie. Honestly. Y’all have a good one.”
By the time I reached the front of the club, Blake and Kaelynn were gone. The sick feeling I had in my stomach was only getting worse as I looked up the street one way, then the other. Blake had most likely driven and had valet parked his fancy-ass sports car, making for an easy getaway.
“Fuck,” I mumbled, jerking my fingers through my dark hair. It was no one’s fault but my own. I sat there and let Blake go after Kaelynn. No one to blame by myself for my own stupidity.
“Sir? Did you valet?”
“No, I need to order an Uber.”
The young kid nodded. “Right.”
As I stood there and waited for my ride to show up, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about Blake with Kaelynn. His hands on her. His mouth on hers. I swore for a moment in the club she seemed like she had wanted to kiss me. Maybe she remembered how I had said I only wanted to be friends.
Friends.
A horn honked, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Nash?” the caller called out.
“Yeah, that’s me.” Climbing into the car’s backseat, I sat there and tried not to think about Blake and Kaelynn. This was probably for the best. Yeah, it was for the best. The way she made me feel couldn’t have been a good thing anyway. I thought I was ready to move on, but it was clear I wasn’t.
My phone rang in my pocket for the fourth time in a row. Cursing under my breath, I stepped away and pulled it from my jeans.
Morgan.
My heart sped up a bit as I swiped over it and answered. “Morgan? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, sorry, Nash. Daddy said you were out on site at the Miller project. It’s just, I need a huge favor. Like a really, really big favor. You’re the only one I can count on for this.”
I headed toward my truck and away from all the noise of the construction site. It was only seven in the morning, but the earlier the crew got started, the better. Even in late November, the temperature in Texas could climb and we had less daylight to work with.
“What’s up?”
“Well, Kaelynn was supposed to leave this morning for Houston. Her car will not start, even after being jumped. The tow truck just left with it. She asked me if I could give her a ride, but I have to meet with a client for Dad at eleven, and they aren’t able to reschedule. Is there any way you can drive her to Houston?”
I laughed and then stopped when it was met with silence. “Wait, you’re serious? You want me to drop everything to drive Kaelynn to Houston? Why can’t she just rent a car, Morgan?”
“She left her purse somewhere last night.”
With a scoff, I replied, “Just have her call Blake. Maybe it’s in his BMW or at his house.”
“What are you talking about?” Morgan asked. “She left it in the Uber she thinks.”
Wait, what? Blake didn’t even have the decency to drive her home? What a douche. Not surprising, though. “Blake couldn’t even give her a ride home after they hooked up?”
“Hooked up? What in the hell are you talking about, Nash?”
“Morgan, she left with Blake last night. Why doesn’t she ask him for a ride?”