Page 51 of So Not My Thing
Chapter Thirteen
Aweek went by withouta word from Miles.
I tried not to care.
I listed two more properties and closed a deal on a third. I showed the café once to a prospect, but he wasn’t too sure, and only someone who saw the magic in it deserved it, so I didn’t try to close the deal.
I went on runs beside the river. I went out to eat with Chloe a few times. I kept myself as busy as I possibly could.
But I still found myself streaming Miles Crowe songs on my runs. Or checking out the spaces where Chloe and I ate to get ideas for the Turnaround.
It was stupid.
I was so stupid.
And that was exactly why I didn’t follow up with Miles after a few days like I would have with any other client. If he’d decided to move on to a different company and agent, that was probably for the best. It was too confusing separating the crush I’d had forever ago from my perception of him now.
But did that stop my stomach from flipping like Brennan’s Bananas Foster when his name lit up my phone on a Thursday afternoon as I was leaving work?
It did not.
I took a deep breath and answered the phone. “Hey, Miles.”
“Hey, Elle.” I liked it better when he called me Ellie. “Sorry I’ve been MIA for a minute.”
Is that how we were measuring eight days now? “No problem. What can I do for you?”
“I’m wondering if you have some time tomorrow to swing by a place in Tremé. There’s something I’d like to show you.”
“Tremé? Sure.” It was the neighborhood north of the Bywater and the birthplace of jazz. Like, that’s literally where it was invented. “Did you find a property there you’re interested in?” Tremé was more for adventure tourists who were into the deep history of a place rather than the party and convention crowd. It would be harder to get a new club off the ground there.
“No, not exactly. I’ll send you an address. Would four o’clock tomorrow work?”
“No problem.” I started the car and was reaching for my seatbelt when Miles’s voice came out of my car speakers.
“Do you want this like I want this—” his voice sang.
