Page 13 of Last Chance Seduction
But I clicked the link and looked at the calendar he’d sent over.
Everything was laid out, color coordinated, and signed by not only Lex, but by Jamie.I frowned, trying to remember if I knew that particular Montgomery.Probably, as I had a feeling I had met nearly all of Lexington’s cousins over the years, but it shouldn’t matter.This was my work, something I needed to focus on, and I shouldn’t have to put aside everything for a man once again.
I scowled at that, wondering where that came from.Just because Lex knew Justin didn’t mean he was exactly like Justin.In fact, the two had always been nearly opposites.With Lex being a little more easygoing, and yet at the same time, focused on making sure that others around him were taken care of.Sometimes to the detriment of himself.It was probably why we had gotten along when we’d been younger.Because we were birds of a feather and all that.
And that was why Emily had such a crush on him for so long.
I pressed my lips together, hating that once again I was thinking about that time in our lives.
It was always funny to me that Emily’s major crush years ago had been on Lexington of all people.Nothing came from it, and I was pretty sure that Lexington knew of Emily’s crush for all those years.But by the time I’d met Justin, and I’d thought I was in love, ready to marry him and spend the rest of my life with him, Emily moved on, and I’d thought Lexington was on the path to getting married as well.In the time since I’d been gone though, I’d only heard rumblings that he had been in that serious relationship with Carly, and then another woman named Gia, with both of those relationships fizzling out quite spectacularly.
I had never gone out of my way to find out more information about him because when I thought about Lex I thought about Justin.However, we had so many similar overlaps in our connections over the years, that I couldn’t help but hear some of it.
Though it still surprised me that I hadn’t known he was my neighbor, and that he hadn’t known either.
The idea that I had even gone out of my way tonotbuy a house built by the Montgomerys, just told me that maybe cutting myself off from my past while moving back to my home state, didn’t make any sense in the long run.With a sigh, I saved all of my work, grabbed my notebook, and figured I would do a few other things around the house and get back to my narrating later.My throat was a little sore, considering I had been up far too late the night before, so maybe I should actually pay attention to the schedule Lex had gone out of his way to send me and not grumble.
Except as I went upstairs, the sound of construction echoed throughout my living room, and I couldn’t help but glare through the wall.
Mr.Darcy wound his way through my legs, tail up, apparently annoyed with the noise as well, and went to the back door.
“I’ll let you out on the catio, but I am not going out there.Way too much noise.”
Mr.Darcy just blinked at me, and I sighed, realizing I was now having a full on conversation with this cat.
I cracked open the back sliding door, let him out on the catio, and then closed the screen door so that way any bugs that might’ve made their way through the chilled Colorado afternoon wouldn’t be able to enter my home, but I would still be able to hear Mr.Darcy if he was in trouble.
I made my way to my kitchen and scowled as I realized that my refrigerator was far emptier than I thought.Apparently, grocery shopping was next in my future instead of working.Which was probably a better idea anyway.
I looked out the window above the sink and caught a glimpse of Lexington on his roof.
I blinked, wondering exactly how safe it could be for him up there.Wasn’t he an architect?I hadn’t realized that he was the one who would put on a tool belt and do such a dangerous task.But with those tight Wranglers of his, the well-worn boots, and ball cap turned backwards, he apparently knew what he was doing.
Tight jeans?Why the hell was I noticing Lexington Montgomery’s tight jeans?
I shook my head and went to get ready to head out to the grocery store.I slid on comfortable leggings that didn’t have holes in them, cute knee boots, and an over-large sweater.It sort of worked as a tunic, and I called that a win.I quickly made up a weekly grocery list, forced Mr.Darcy back into the house much to his discontent, and headed out to my car.I had parked in the driveway the day before as I had moved around a few boxes in the garage and wasn’t sure what I was going to do with those books that I couldn’t quite lift.
“Mercy!”
I froze in the act of opening my door and steeled myself for that oh-so-familiar voice.
“Lexington.”
“You should just call me Lex you know.My name is a bit of a mouthful.”
I raised a brow.“I do call you Lex.”When I cursed him in my mind.Though I knew leaning into calling him Lexington was childish.What was wrong with me?
“Sure you do.Did you get my text?It is you, right?Not some random person.”
“I got them.Thanks for the schedule.Though it does seem to be all noise all the time.”
“We’ll be done in an hour with this, and then there won’t be anything loud for the next two weeks.Promise.We’re hitting the holiday season, and I’m giving my team time off.”
I blinked at him.“Oh?”
He winked and I swallowed hard.“I do like to be a nice boss every once in a while.Where are you off to?”
“Well since I couldn’t get most of my work done today, I’m off to grocery shop.Is that okay with you?”
