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“Addison is going to lose her shit over this,” I state through clenched teeth.
“Not to mention Monroe’s is our primary lumber supplier,” Wyatt adds, his voice deep and ominous. “If we have to outsource, it will fuck with our costs big-time. Our estimates won’t be market competitive with the other builders around here.”
“Are they planning to move to Boulder?” Calder asks, frowning up at Judy.
She grimaces. “It sounds like they might. I think Matt has burned some bridges in Colorado Springs with his construction company and they’re trying to start over somewhere.”
“Fucking hell,” Wyatt grumbles under his breath.
“But John won’t sell to them, right, Luke?” Calder asks,looking at me intently. “That’s the whole point of...” His voice trails off.
I clench my beer, my jaw taut with irritation. I don’t honestly know if John would sell to them. He’s certainly making Addison uncomfortable with the meetings he’s been having with them. And with how intent John seems to be for Addison not to run the yard on her own, I wouldn’t put it past him to undercut his own daughter.
How did I not realize this when I saw Robyn last week? I should have known right away she was up to something when she said she had lunch with John.
Fuck.
I don’t want this for Addison. This feels personal now. Like it’s my fault Robyn and Matt are even here. Of all the businesses those fuck-wits could buy, it has to be Monroe’s? This is way too intentional.
Damn this fucking nightmare of my past that I can’t seem to break free of.
Addison is just collateral damage in all of this, which she doesn’t deserve. And God, she’s been so happy this week. We’re happy. We’re getting married and on the path to figuring us out. This could totally fuck everything up.
And if John does sell to Robyn and Matt, then what does that mean for me and Addison? Would she ask me for a divorce sooner?
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I drink down the contents of my beer and crack my neck. Looks like I have an errand to run before the wedding festivities begin.
I wonder where I can find a bulletproof vest.
Chapter 36
Fact or Fiction?
I’m officially a lady of Fletcher Mountain.
Addison
“Hey, Old Man River.” I answer a call on my car’s Bluetooth as I drive straight from the lumberyard to Max and Cozy’s house where I’m already late for a ladies’ night Cozy is hosting. The female bonding thing is intense in this family, but I think I’m adapting well to the girl squad vibes, all things considered.
“Hello, my darling daughter,” Dad says gruffly. “I was calling to make sure this wedding shindig is still happening this weekend.”
My brows furrow. “Obviously, yes.”
“Thank goodness for that.” He coughs loudly into the phone. “Edith made me buy a new suit and I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t for nothing.”
I sigh, really not knowing what to say to that. “You wanted a wedding, Dad. We’re giving you a wedding.”
“Well, I hope you wanted a wedding too,” he replies and waits for me to say something back.
“I mean... I was fine with the courthouse thing we did but... as a matter of fact... I’m kind of getting excited for this weekend.”
“Really?” I can practically see my dad’s bushy eyebrows lift. “My little yard girl is excited to put on a fancy dress?”
“Yes, I am,” I reply firmly, happy to put him in his place. “And Luke’s family has been really great with all the planning and prep work. And not that you’ve asked, but I actuallylove living on the mountain. It’s beautiful and serene and quiets my mind. The wedding is going to be stunning up there. Things are going well, Dad, even though I know you had your doubts.”
