Page 78 of Hard To Stay

“I’m ready to come work for you.”

“You would not work for me, Brad. You would work with me. It’s what your father wanted. He believed in you, son… and so do I.”

I sucked in a breath letting his words sink in. It was time to grow up and make my old man proud. “That means a lot, Will.”

Sometimes a little reassurance could go a long way, especially when everything in your life had gone to shit. I needed to get my mind back on track and his words were just the boost I needed. I knew I was giving up a lot, but sometimes when you didn’t like what was on the television, you had to change the station.

“Draw up a business plan and let me know when you’re ready for me in D.C. We’ll work out all the details then. And, Will,” I said before I hung up. “Thank you.”

I slid my phone across the table and stared at the door. I kept replaying our goodbye over and over in my head. Nothing about that day made sense to me. Something in my gut told me that she would have never left me unless she had a damn good reason.

It was time to get my head out of my ass. I wasn’t going to be able to move forward unless I knew she was really okay. I picked my phone back up and called my PI Friend Mac York.

The phone rang five times before his voicemail picked up. “It’s Morgan. I need another favor. I want you to keep a tail on Hunt. I also want an address on Lexi Manning and whatever else you can get me. Thanks, brother, I owe you.”

I disconnected the call and leaned back into the couch. I wasn’t leaving for D.C. until I knew for certain that she was okay.

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