Page 42 of Hot Shot
I thought about joining him on the porch, but I wasn’t sure if I could hold my tongue and I still don’t know if I should bring up the dreams.
A message bubble pops up in the bottom right corner of my screen, drawing my attention.
Oakley
How’s it going?
Good.
Oakley
He still interested?
He’d sign today if I put a contract in front of him. Without reading it.
Oakley
Wow. That’s some voodoo charm you’ve got going on there.
No charm. Just history and a desire to get his life back.
Oakley
When will you be here?
At least another week. I want to head to Mom and Dad’s for a while first. Take him with me.
Oakley
Let me know if you need anything. If he does.
Oh, and I’ll pass on Branton’s info to Drake. See if he’s interested in taking on another client. Another Rogue.
Thanks. Tell Drake if he’s interested, I’ll get Bran to call when he’s ready.
Oakley
Okay, talk later.
Staring at the screen, I think about Bran. About the trust he has in me. He’s said it, and I know he means it—if I laid a contract in front of him, he’d sign on the dotted line without reading a word.
We used to have that level of trust. I’d thought it gone. Lost when he severed our relationship with a clean slice.
Now that I know what he’s been through, what he had to deal with, I completely understand why he was there one minute, gone the next.
He wasn’t just protecting me and the family, his friends, he was protecting himself—his unborn child. He might not see it that way, but I do. If he kept in contact, we would have had to meet Celeste and I think he knew on a subconscious level that would be a bigger mistake than the one he perceived himself making.
Noise behind me turns my head and I spot Bran coming in from the deck. “Nice walk?”
“Yeah. A little chilly this morning.”
“Probably the cloud cover.”
“Yeah, it’s hovered for the last two days, keeping out the warmth of the sun.”
“Will we get rain? Snow?”
“Not sure. But I checked the generator just in case we lose power.”
