Page 66 of Save Me
I hop out of the cart, smoothing the creases from the dress pants I threw on. It’s already balmy out, and sweat is forming around my shirt collar.
“Gentlemen, this is my director of facilities, Ronan Lyle,” Henry says smoothly.
We exchange greetings before Henry gestures toward the waiting carts. “Day’s only going to get hotter. We’re right behind you.”
The two men both lament the humidity as they trudge toward their respective chariots, leaving Henry and me alone.
He turns to face me, as if he wants me to get a good look at the damage I caused, but he says nothing. He simply waits. For what?
“Good night?” I ask, knowing how much it’ll irritate him.
“For the most part, yes.”
More staring.
Finally, I can’t stand it. “If you’re waiting for an apology, you’re gonna miss your golf game.”
“Funny, I’ve been toldI’m the one who needs to apologize. I’m not sure that I agree.”
“No, you wouldn’t.” I got a text from Abbi late last night, but I’d already silenced my phone, my focus on Sloane and every inch of her body. Abbi wanted my version of events, but I’m more curious about the version Henry told her. “So, does your pregnant wife know you’re entertaining the idea of tag-teaming the neighbor, or did you leave that part out?”
“You idiot. Do you honestly think I have any interest in fucking another woman andthatwoman, specifically?”
“Then what was that last night? Were you just swinging your dick around to try and prove it’s bigger?” Which it’s not. I have it on good authority.
“That was me testing you to see if you’re actually serious about this one or if you just brought her to irritate me.”
My dark chuckle carries. “Narcissistic prick. You think I live and breathe to find ways to stick it to you?”
He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Well, now that I know this isn’t a head game, I can see that you’re even dumber than I thought.”
“You’ll have to be more specific.”
Henry checks over his shoulder to confirmthat Archie and the other caddie are feigning intense focus on our clubs. He takes a step closer. “What are you going to do, when I unveil our plans and the news reaches her? What are you going to say when she asks you if you knew? Are you going to lie to her?”
The thought has crossed my mind, but the more time I spend with Sloane, the less likely I’d be able to stomach that. Plus, I’ve never been a good liar. “Leave her out of your plan. Leave the Sea Witch where it is.”
He scoffs. “That’s impossible. The harborfront footprint will all change.”
I expected as much. “Fine. At least leave her home alone.”
“That’s up to the county, not me.”
“That’s bullshit!”
Archie turns in his seat, his eyebrows climbing halfway up his forehead.
I temper my tone. I doubt I’ll get another pass for hitting him. “You and I both know that if you don’t want it to happen, it won’t happen. Everyone wants to make you happy, right?”
Henry’s lips purse. “Look, maybe I should have gone about things differently last night?—”
My loud bark of laughter carries, cutting off his words and earning his glare.
“I’ve given you an opportunity of a lifetime. Don’t throw it away.” He turns to leave but falters. “Also, you get one. Last night was it.” He holds up his index finger to emphasize it, and then he’s marching to his cart.
Did Henry Wolf just apologize to me? It wasn’t agood apology, if that, but it’s more than I expected from him.
I dwell on this as I head for my cart.
