Page 7 of Endlessly Yours
“We also don’t want to use a company outside of Brooks. Although I know you do subcontract,” Eli said.
I nodded. “Yes, I can’t do everything.”
“Somebody write that down. It seems like an important thing to remember,” Wyatt joked. “We can engrave it on a plaque and gift it to Mom for Christmas.”
I threw a balled-up napkin at him, and Ridge caught it before putting his feet down as if noticing that he was tipped back in his chair and could fall.
“We have plans for the acreage,” Eli continued. “But I’m talking about the expansion that we all agreed to, but we need to discuss it one more time because it’s a big endeavor.”
“I’m fine with doing whatever,” another cousin said. “We’ve already decided this as a family without just the main core Wilders.”
“True, but that means that we’re either going to be spread too thin or giving up responsibility. It’s a big deal,” Eli continued.
“We already agreed,” I said with a shake of my head. “We’re going to buy up the inn and brewery that Roy, your friend, suggested. And we’re going to do what we did here. Maybe not at this scale, but you’re doing it for a reason. You have friends getting out of the military that need jobs. They need careers. So while we’re not going to be on-site every single day, we’re going to train them. And they’re going to have a path. We already made this plan. I’m in to help build. Just tell me where to sign on the dotted line.”
Everybody continued to speak, but in the end, we agreed.
We would be buying another parcel of land and a whole new adventure.
The Wilders were expanding and growing.
And I was going to be part of it.
Which, in the end, was good. Because it would keep me busy.
When the meeting ended, I grabbed my stuff and headed out before people could talk to me. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with the line of questions that had been popping up more than usual.
Namely, trying to set me up on dates.
I didn’t know what it was about married couples, but as soon as they were happy and in love and settled down, they wanted everyone else to do the same. Had I been that ridiculous when I had been married? I wasn’t quite sure since my life had been wrapped around work at Amara. But no, I hoped to hell I wasn’t that annoying.
I looked through my list of things to do for the day and realized that I needed something out of the supply closet. So I opened the door, walked in, and bumped into a soft body with a very familiar smell.
“Wait, don’t!” Rory called out as the door closed behind me.
“Don’t what?” I asked, my voice rougher than intended.
“Don’t shut the door. It’s stuck.”
While the light was on, it was dim, as one of the bulbs had gone out. No one had told me, and we had staff to fix it, but since no one had noticed, I was going to have to do it myself.
“Are you sure you just didn’t turn the handle correctly?” I asked, aware that that vanilla scent was infiltrating my nostrils, and the closet was way too small for comfort. In fact, I could feel every single curve of hers pressed to mine.
And, of course, my dick noticed.
I quickly turned so she wouldn’t feel it against her stomach and tried the handle.
It didn’t budge.
“I might be blonde, but I’m not an idiot. I know how to open a door.”
“Well, why didn’t you call someone?”
“Because my phone is in my office. Why don’t you call someone?” she said.
I reached into my pocket and cursed. “My phone’s in the meeting room. Fuck.”
“Oh, this is great. I am so happy that my claustrophobia is getting a nice little workout today.”
