Addison
ONCE WE ARRIVED, I left Jake with Asher and Dylan for a brief meeting with my team. Stacy Jennings was running the kitchen staff for me tonight and I’d used her catering company before. She was an older lady who could cook anything. She was actually quite remarkable.
“I have everything covered, Addison,” Stacy said. “You enjoy the night. If anything goes wrong, I won’t come find you.”
I chuckled. “I appreciate that, Stace. Thanks.”
“You look beautiful, by the way. I saw the man you came in with. He’s a nice-looking young man.”
I felt my face heat. “Thanks.”
“Go have fun, honey.”
“I’ll see you later.” I left the kitchen and started back to the ballroom. I didn’t get far. My arm was grabbed and I was pulled gently into a small room off the foyer. We’d rebuilt it as a libraryof sorts and, as we began to put the finishing touches on it, it was turning into my favorite room.
“You gonna give me the cold shoulder all night?” Jake asked, sliding his hand to my hip as he kicked the door shut and pressed me against it.
“Depends on whether or not you pull your head out of your ass.”
“Is this because I didn’t call?”
“Did you tell me you would?” I challenged.
“Addison.”
I crossed my arms. “Did you tell me you would call?”
He sighed. “Yeah, I did.”
“And did you call?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Okay, so, no. This isn’t about you not calling. It’s about not keeping your word.”
He studied me for a second and then stepped away, dragging his hands through his hair. “You’re right,” he conceded.
