Page 40 of Hot Stuff
“Yeah, it was like he was naked once he started to sweat in it. Take a look at the pictures and let me know what you think.”
“Okay. Anything else?” Nat asks, her eyes bouncing between what must be the three of us on her screen.
“Nope. I’ve got nothing.”
“I’ve just got what I’ll be emailing about the new line.”
“Do you even need me to answer?” Cami asks with a grin.
Nat rolls her eyes and disconnects.
Laughing, Cami says, “Well, goodbye to you too, Nat.”
“Talk later.” Blake logs out, leaving just me and Cami.
“Are you good?” she asks.
“Yeah. More than good. The connection is unreal.”
“Explains the glow.”
“Probably. Anyway, I gotta go. I’m behind.”
“That’s what happens when you have a hot guy in your bed that makes you glow.” Cami grins before cutting our connection.
I can’t argue with her words, although I will nag her about her lack of goodbye.
Smiling, I click out of our call and open up my email. The first thing I see is that Trevor has already sent me my calendar for the last year.
I’m itching to get in and work out the details of my and Walker’s relationship but I’ve got other work that needs to be done first.
Besides, I’d rather make those rendezvous with the man himself.
Walker
I hang up on the call when Shelby’s phone kicks over to voicemail. Again.
This is the third time I’ve tried and I’m starting to worry. I shouldn’t, I know she’s an adult and has a life and can’t always pick up when her brother calls.
Changing my plans, I lean forward and direct the driver to Gannon’s place. I’ll keep trying my sister, but I’ll get my best friend first.
It might be better to tell them together anyway. Me leaving New York affects them equally. Gannon might not be blood related but he’s a brother to me. Has been since the first day we met in college.
And he was a rock when our parents died and Shel had to come live with me.
Shooting a text to my sister telling her to meet me at Gannon’s or call me asap, I lean back and think about what I can tell them.
I know neither of them would blab to the media, but I signed an NDA and I’m not about to break that. Even if Oakley would be okay with me revealing where I’m going.
No. The only thing I’ll tell them is I’m leaving New York for a job offer. I’ll lead with my retirement of course—it’s the main reason I need to speak to them both before we make it public.
I glance at my phone hoping Drake has gotten back to me about Cantrell’s whereabouts.
If I haven’t heard from Drake by the time I leave Gannon’s, I’ll call Rafe and find out where I might locate the Knights owner.
It’s another twenty minutes of weaving in and out of New York traffic before the cab pulls up in front of Gannon’s building. I don’t even look as I toss money at the driver and get out.
I’m halfway to the front door when I hear my name. Turning I see my sister waving her arm to get my attention. Then I notice the man next to her, the tension in my shoulders seems to melt down my spine as a sigh of relief leaves my lungs.
