I open my drawer and take out some painkillers. Swallowing them down with the leftover coffee.
Leaning back in my chair, I close my eyes and exhale loudly. I’m tired, so bone-wearily tired.
No time for a pity party, there’s work to do.
I shake off my fatigue and sit forward, pulling up my ideas sheet for the new hotel development. Moorland were a good fit.He understood my vision, or at least what I’d shared with him. It’s a shame he’s corrupt. But I’m not going to let that stop me. Where one door closes, another one opens, or so everyone tells me. I just have to be patient and see where and what it is.
CHAPTER 4
JAX
April grips Caleb’s arm, her eyes sparkling.
“Jax, I don’t know what to say. These plans are amazing.”
Caleb pulls April back into his chest before wrapping his arms around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. “You really have outdone yourself this time.”
A warmth spreads through my body at their response.
“If there’s anything you want to change, let me know. I’ve printed off the plans so you can take them with you this weekend. Walk them through. It’s a big project, you need to be one hundred per cent happy with everything I’ve proposed.”
My role as their architect has meant extensive conversations with both of them. I’ve even lived at Lofton for a time. As such, I have a good understanding of their vision, but there still may be something I’ve overlooked.
This project has taken me back to where my career began, and I’ve relished every moment of it.
April leans forward and clasps my forearm.
“Thank you, I mean it, Jax. Everything we talked about. It’s all here and more,” April says.
She turns to Caleb with a grin. “Our home.”
He drops a kiss on her lips. “Our home.”
I smile. Seeing these two together and happy after all they’ve been through gives me faith that love is possible. At least if you are in one place for long enough.
“You’re welcome,” I say. “The house is beautiful.”
Caleb grunts, his face twisting, and I laugh. “It’s dated, but its potential is endless. As you can see, I’ve tried wherever possible to retain the features you both loved, or repurpose where it was an impossibility.”
“I can’t wait to show Pen when she gets here,” April says, grinning. “Speaking of which, I need to check on dinner.”
“Your genius is showing again, old man,” Caleb says, squeezing my shoulder after April leaves. “You never cease to amaze me. This design is a whole other level, even for you. The old house was functional at best. This is an amazing wedding present, thank you.”
Caleb’s eyes wander to the kitchen, where April is. His love for her shines bright. I never thought I’d see Caleb Frazer lower his walls and fall so hard, but April knocked him on his arse the moment he met her.
His eyes return to the plans, scanning them as he does with every property we work on together.
He told me about his desire to purchase the old property when he and April got married.
What do you give the billionaire and his bride who have everything as a wedding gift?
I offered to redesign their house.
I also needed to take a step back from the day-to-day running of my firm. Delegation not being my strong point.
As if sensing my thoughts, Caleb turns his head to look at me.
“How’s it going? Have you broken out in hives yet?” Caleb asks.
