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I shook my head. “No, here for a little rest. I’ll be staying at the Arrowood place.”
He extended a hand to me. “Ramsay Sheffield. I own the place.”
“Nella Ortiz.” I shook his hand. “Anything good?”
“It’s all good.” He grinned.
“I fear you might be biased.” I laughed.
“He can be.” A woman said from beside me. “But the red velvet cookies are to die for.”
She had gorgeous red hair and vibrant green eyes. She had her arms looked around a man who had no right being that good looking.
“Thandie Hornsby and her fiancée Doctor Simon Lesaude,” Ramsay told me while handing me a cookie.
“Oh!” I accepted it while nodded my greeting to Thandie and Simon. “Thank you.”
When the flavours exploded in my mouth, I couldn’t help closing my eyes and moaning.
“Right?” Thandie teased.
“I have to get a bunch of these.” I looked from Thandie to Ramsay. “So, I might be having guests this weekend so, give me a dozen—and is that an Oreo cheesecake?”
“It sure is.” Ramsay nodded.
“I’ll take it.” I informed him while digging through my designer wallet for cash. “I don’t know how long I can stay here before I can’t fit through the door.”
Simon laughed. “Don’t worry, we have a gym just up the street.”
We chuckled, paid for my purchase and waved at them as I left. Simon hurried over to open the door for me. Once I was back in the car, I followed the GPS instructions as far as I could then relied on the written instructions Chelsea had given me.
It wasn’t hard to find the beautiful beach house. I parked and gathered the first set of bags to carry inside. I had to use my pinky to enter the code to open the front door. After the third trip to gather the rest of my stuff, I began preparing for if Kid showed up the next day.
I knew I had some explaining to do—none of this was his fault. Kid had tried to get in touch, tried to continue being there, but I hid.
Frowning, I put all the food away, stuck the cake in the fridge and wandered the house to get familiar. I made a small dinner then called Chelsea.
“We told him we needed him to drive in to check on the property.” She told me. “That someone said they saw someone lurking around.”
“Did he agree to come up?”
“I’m not sure?”
I sighed.
“Put your car in the garage.” Chelsea advised me. “And if he’s not there by lunch, then just assume we didn’t succeed.”
My heart broke but I agreed. By then I’d lost my appetite.
With the talk done, I turned grabbed a bottle of wine, popped the cork and wandered into the bedroom.
I woke the next morning to a thunderstorm and a hangover. Irritated with myself for downing an entire bottle of wine by myself, I frowned and sat up. The slight movement made my brain throb inside my skull. Shifting to the side, my ass hit the empty bottle and I picked it up.
Checking the time, I climbed off the bed, ignored the pain, and made the bed. I set the bottle on the bedside table to shower and changed into a little black dress. I brushed my hair then grabbed the bottle and made my way down the stairs.
I started cooking his favourite meal—lasagna—and waiting.
In the middle of cooking, I moved the car into the garage then went back to waiting.
