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“Traeg wants a picture of the primary bathroom,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Let’s get him a picture then,” I said, waving out toward the house.
And just like that, all the potential awkwardness was thwarted… by a fucking sprinkler system.
CHAPTER NINE
Rue
“More details, please,” Traeger demanded the next day at work.
“I’ve been telling you about the house for hours,” I reminded him.
Granted, I could probably keep going.
The inside had been as grand as you could imagine with white stucco walls contrasted with rounded, warm wood doors, stone floors, and a sort of classy minimalist look that still felt cozy but allowed the architecture to shine. And just about every single room had views of the beach and the water beyond.
“And it’s not enough. We all want to know how the other half lives.”
“This isn’t even the other half. This is the richest of the rich,” I told him. “Kylo said he was going to mention us to Teddy.”
“Wait… what?” Traeger asked, straightening.
“Teddy has hotels and apartments and rental properties. Apparently, he likes using local artisans. Like one of Kylo’s friends’ wives did all the art for one of his hotels. And he was going to suggest Vital Greens for plants for his places. And, of course, your pottery.”
“Why didn’t you lead with that?” Traeger asked, eyes huge. I could practically read his mind.This could be career-changing.
“I just… I don’t want you to get your hopes too high, y’know? I’m sure rich guys like him get recommendations all the time.”
“Probably,” Traeg agreed. “But it’s never a bad thing to have dreams.”
“True.”
Except these days, my career dreams were entangled with nightmares. The ones that were the main reason my anxiety had come back with a vengeance the last few months.
I’d made so much progress before then.
I wasn’t cured. No one ever truly was. But I’d come so far, had been as even as I’d ever been in my life.
Then, well, it all got shot to hell.
I felt the invisible hand closing around my throat, the shiver working its way up my spine, the cold sweat on my brow.
I shook the thoughts away.
It wasn’t time to worry.
Not yet.
Soon, but not yet.
And I wasn’t going to borrow next week’s anxiety.
I had enough on my plate as it was. You know, with the whole dry-humping Kylo on some billionaire’s lawn furniture.
I mean, what was I? A horny teenager? Grown-ass women didn’t do things like that with virtual strangers, did they?
Okay, well, maybe they did.
