“What is wrong with you? Why are you being such a dick? This isn’t like you at all. Listen, I’ll find someone else to take her.”
Morgan hung up the phone and I pulled it back, staring at it in disbelief. “Holy shit. She hung up on me.”
“Who hung up on you?”
My gaze lifted to see Blake standing there. “What are you doing here?”
“Your dad hired me to give him a second opinion on the architectural design of the building.”
The feeling of being gut punched had me leaning over. I had already approved the design, and he knew that. “He did what?”
Blake went to take a drink of his coffee, then stopped. “Dude, he told me you knew. Said it was your suggestion.”
I shook my head. “Son of a bitch. Why can’t he trust me? For once, why the hell can’t he trust me?”
This fucking day was getting worse by the minute and it was only 7 a.m.
“Listen, Nash, you know I would never do anything behind your back. I honestly thought you knew. I’ll let you and your dad handle this.”
Holding up my hand to stop him, I interjected, “No. No, you’re here, so let’s just have you take a look around. The plans are in the trailer on my desk.”
He smiled, then nodded before he started toward the trailer.
“Blake, did Kaelynn leave her purse in your car last night? Morgan said she can’t find it.”
He spun around and walked backward. A huge smile covering his face. Fucker.
“Dude, she took an Uber home from the club last night. I struck out with her.”
I stared at him as he turned back to his original path.
A surge of relief mixed with guilt consumed me as I remembered how I had acted on the phone with Morgan earlier. “Great. How am I going to explain this to Morgan?”
PACING OUTSIDE THE hotel, I glanced at my watch again. “Morgan, where are you?”
The sound of a vehicle coming down the road caused me to stop and look. I tried to shield the sun from my eyes but could hardly make out the vehicle. It appeared to be a truck.
Not Morgan.
I went back to pacing as I pulled out my cell phone to send a text to Morgan.
Me: Where are you?
My phone dinged.
Morgan: Nash should be there any moment.
Stopping in my tracks, I stared at her reply.
“Nash?” I said out loud.
“Hey! Sorry I’m late.”
The sound of his voice sent shivers through my entire body. I slowly turned to see a black Ford truck with the passenger-side window down. He smiled, and it felt like the street might have jumped a little under my feet. For a moment I paused and wondered if earthquakes were native to Austin.
“What . . . why . . . I . . .”
Nice, Kaelynn. Really nice. Talk much?