Page 44 of Ambrosia Kisses
Alexa grimaces. "Don't thank me yet, Ridley. I just said I'm not making any promises. If you've ever met Don, you know damn well that you're asking for a miracle here."
"Maybe a miracle is all I've got." I haul myself to my feet. "And I've recently realized that I'm a hopeful motherfucker."
"Well…that's different. Last time I saw you, you were all woe is me, the world sucks, and fuck you very much."
"Shit changed."
"Clearly." Alexa snorts. "She's good for you."
"Yeah, she is," I say softly. She's the best thing for me.
"What's the plan if she doesn't get hired on?"
"Los Angeles," I say softly.
"You're going to let her go?"
Am I?
"Fuck no. Not without me."
"Didn't you just get back from Italy?"
"I go where she goes," I say, shrugging. I fucked up and lost her once. I won't make that mistake again. If her career takes her to Los Angeles, it takesusto Los Angeles. I hope like hell that doesn't happen because we both know this is where she wants to be. But I won't ask her to sacrifice everything she's worked so hard for when she's already lost more than she ever should have. I owe her that much.
Hell, I owe her everything.
"We need a newharvester," Bastian growls, staring balefully at the expensive piece of machinery we just bought two years ago. "This goddamn thing never works."
"You say that every time it breaks down."
"Yeah, because the motherfucker is always breaking down." Bastian nudges it with the toe of his expensive shoe.
"Just move out of the way," Jax grumbles, elbowing him aside. "It's probably the same fucking thing as last time."
"Which cost a fortune to fix."
"It certainly cost us less than a whole new harvester," Jax retorts, fidgeting around with the belts.
"Do they always bitch like this?" I mutter to Oliver.
"Only every damn time something breaks," he snorts. "Shit breaks, and they bicker about it like an old married couple." His lips quirk. "Reminds me of Dad and Uncle Eli when we were kids, honestly."
I chuckle because he's not wrong. They do sound like Dad and Uncle Eli did when we were kids. Bastian has no patience, a lot like Dad did back then. If things aren't working, his whole life is off kilter. And Jax loves to needle him about it just because he can, just like Uncle Eli used to do. Jax and Bastian are complete fucking opposites, but they've always been thick as thieves.
"How'd your meeting go today?" my little brother asks, looking at me out of the corner of his eye while our cousins continue bickering about the harvester.
"Went okay."
"You going to tell me anything more than that? You didn't even tell anyone where you were going, just that you had a meeting," he says.
"I went to see Alexa Warner."
Bastian hears me and looks up, his brows furrowed. "Why'd you need to see Alexa?"
"Paisley has a job offer in Los Angeles. I tried to convince Alexa to hire her instead."
"How'd it go?" Bastian sounds genuinely curious. He's been weird as fuck lately. He's either cranky as hell or…far less cranky than usual. Almost human, even. I don't know what's up with him and Constance, but whatever it is has him acting all kinds of different.
