“Uh, huh. Shit,” she cursed and glanced at her cell phone in her hand. “Jerry is freaking out. I go out for a few hours and the man loses his shit.”
“Probably thinks you’re doing the same thing he’s doing when he’s out of your sight,” I mumbled.
“What was that?” Leslie peeked over her shoulder at me.
“Nothing. Tell your husband we’re on the way.” We both grabbed our clutches and hugged Jackie and Stacey good-bye.
“We’re still on for the hip hop dance class tomorrow morning, right?” Leslie questioned before she climbed out of the Uber we’d taken to her hotel.
“Nine a.m. sharp. Don’t be late,” I added, sliding over in the backseat.
“Cool. See ya in the morning.” She closed the door and waved as we drove off.
I sat back in my seat, closing my eyes, only to have them pop open again when the image of Tyler smirking down on me as we danced appeared in my mind. I squirmed in my seat, hating to admit to myself that for another night, the possibility of my falling asleep without the memory of Tyler’s gaze was more than likely an impossibility.
Chapter Seven
Tyler
“What the fuck are you calling me so early about?” my older brother, Joshua, growled into the phone.
“How nice to hear your voice in the morning as well.” It was six-thirty in the morning and everyone in the family knew Joshua was not a morning person. It’s why whenever I called him, I made sure to make it bright and early. Just to piss him off. But whereas the other early morning calls were just to get a rise out of him, this call was important.
“Fuck you, Ty. What do you want? Wait, hang on …”
I paused, listening intently as the hushed tones of a feminine voice sounded in the background.
“It’s just Ty. Go back to sleep.”
“Please give Kayla my regards.”
“Fuck off. What do you want?”
I chuckled into the phone, still enjoying the ability to piss my brothers off, before clearing my throat. “I need to ask you about the house.”
“What house?”
“My house.”
“You don’t have a house. You’ve got a fucking plot you picked out nearly two years ago but refused to build anything on it.”
“Yeah, details. Whatever. Listen, what’s the build time on it?”
“It depends on the square footage. Your plot is almost two acres so you can accommodate a house up to eight to ten thousand square feet. The larger it is the longer it’s going to take to bu— Wait.”
Fuck.I could hear my brother putting two and two together in his head. I’d partially been hoping the earlier time would prevent him from thinking so sharply. No such luck.
“Why the sudden interest in building now? You’ve gone the last twenty-three months without so much as even stopping by the property to—”
“For someone who doesn’t like mornings, you sure do like asking a lot of questions in the a.m. Just answer my damn question and I’ll let you get back to Kayla.”
“First of all, don’t fucking worry about Kayla. She’s—”
“Ha! So that is who’s in your bed. I knew it. You don’t let any woman over your place.”
“Didn’t I tell you to mind your fucking business?”
I shrugged. “Probably, but don’t ask for privacy if you’re not willing to grant it, big brother.”
