“But not West?” she asked.
“He has in the past, but he’s busy. This is big with the new board line and clothing and you know West helped get the business off the ground. He owns part of the company.”
He never explained much, just glossed over parts. Still more than he’d done with other women in his life.
“Is he staying here?” she asked. “Or going back to New York?”
“They will fly back later,” he said. “His jet is nicer than most people’s homes. There is a suite for him to sleep in and most of the chairs and couches turn into beds. This is a one-day trip. With the time change, it made it easier for them to make it.”
The event was starting at three, but it was a little after noon now. He’d be there before two to greet guests and media.
He didn’t want Saylor to shy away from his world, and he was thrilled that she was off anyway for this, as she had to take Wednesday before and Sunday off after Foster’s wedding for them to travel and return home.
He didn’t want her flying without him, but he had to be there those times.
“Should I see if they want something to eat?” She turned to walk out of the bedroom. “Did you eat yet?”
“That’s very sweet of you to do that. Considerate too.” She always thought of others first. His mother was going to eat that up.
They were in the kitchen and she pulled out food, but he stopped her.
“I’m sure they ate on the jet. Don’t worry. I’m going to have some of the leftover lemon chicken salad you made last night though. I’ve got food and drink at the expo but need something now.”
She grabbed the bowl out of the fridge. It was a new recipe she’d tried and he thought it was awesome.
He opened the bread, put two slices on a plate, then spread the chicken salad on it and topped it with lettuce.
He was one bite into his sandwich when the doorbell went off. He unlocked the door from his phone and mumbled around a mouthful, “It’s open,” for them to walk in.
Nelson knew the code to go through the garage, but maybe he figured since Rowan didn’t live alone now, it was best to not just walk in.
His three brothers came down the hall. No one looking at them would guess their worth.
They all had shorts and T-shirts on. He had shirts for them to wear today from his line.
“On the couch,” he said, pointing. “Pick out what you want. There are eight to choose from in your sizes.”
His brothers didn’t move. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?” West asked.
“You saw her on video at Christmas,” he said, grinning.
“Hi, I’m Saylor,” she said, moving forward. “You’re West, Braylon, and Nelson.”
His girlfriend shook hands with his brothers.
“Nice to meet you,” Braylon said. “My brother has no manners.”
“I’ve got manners. Mom would brain me if I didn’t. But things are just more laid back here and you know it.”
“That’s always been his excuse,” Nelson said. “Be honest, how is he really?”
“He’s great. So considerate and always helping.” He was munching on his sandwich as his girlfriend highlighted all his good qualities. “He knows what I need before I do half the time.”
“He’s a suck-up like that,” Nelson said. “Where’s mine?”
Nelson was looking at his sandwich.
“I’ll make it,” she said. “Does anyone want anything else? Rowan told me you would have eaten on the plane.”
