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A thought strikes me. I hesitate, but only for a second. “I might have something for you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Something that will definitely gain notice.” And likely cement my spot in the realm of the unemployed if Henry figures out I’m the whistleblower.
She twists in my arms and peers up into my eyes, hope shining in hers.
My fingers trace her jawline in the dim light. “God, you are beautiful.”
“What is it?” she pushes, undeterred. “What do you know?”
I shouldn’t cater to this spiteful mission of hers. Frank’s right—it’s not healthy. But if she’s going to do it anyway, I’ll be there right beside her.
“Fine, but you’re not getting back up on that ladder.”
21.Ronan
Britt:
On my way! Tasha’s on my plane!
Safe flight. I got caught up with work but Connor’s coming to get you. Look for the big, blond jock in the red Bronco.
I know what Connor looks like. I’ve seen pics
Absolutely not. He’s off-limits
I’m twenty
And he has fucked at least twenty women since we moved here
Ew
See you soon.
“Youseem chipper today.” Olivia adjusts her wide-brimmed golf hat while we sit in our respective carts on the path, waiting for Henry and Keegan fromCoastal Luxe Escapesto finish at the tenth hole. The soft mauve color matches her sleeveless shirt and short skirt and is a stark contrast to her heavy black sunglasses. All in all, a flattering outfit that makes Olivia look young and toned and way less uptight.
And it does nothing for me.
My dick is officially out of commission for all but one woman, and it feels glorious.
“Good night of sleep.” If “sleep” means worshipping Sloane’s body from every possible angle a second night in a row. “And my baby sister is on her way down with her best friend. I got her a room for a couple of days at the hotel.”
Olivia’s face lights up with a sincere joy. “That’s sweet of you. How old is she?”
“Twenty.” I shake my head. “I remember when she was six.”
Olivia hums. “My Jenny is turning sixteen. They grow up so fast. You’ll see one day,” she says with a wink and then returns her attention to Henry and Keegan as they stroll side by side toward us and their carts, their caddies trailing behind.
It’s funny, as uncomfortable as our coffee shop meeting was yesterday, I’m oddly relaxed around this high-power CEO.
I peer over my shoulder to spot Belinda and the rest of her team—Lena, Gayle, and a fourth person I can’t identify from here—waiting at the start. The good oldcounty commissioner is practicing her swing. Things couldn’t be going better if I’d planned them out myself.
“Do you enjoy this?” Olivia asks suddenly.
“What?”
“Golf.”
