Goodnight, Eli.
He responds.
Goodnight, Sassy.
I plug my phone back in and lie down on the bed. I may not know who sent the flowers, but I know who I wish had sent them.
CHAPTER 11
ELIJAH
I crack my knuckles nervously but know what needs to be done.
I’m waiting for Kane to take a break. I’m at the job site, waiting. I’ve prepared what I’m going to say, played it over and over in my head, and I’m ready.
I have to be because I can’t keep putting this off.
Finally, after what feels like eternity, Kane walks over to me. “What’s up? Did something happen at the office? Why are we meeting here?”
I gesture to the work trailer, and as we walk in, a few people are in the offices, working, looking at blueprints. I motion to the guys, and after shaking their hands, I ask them if they can give Kane and me a few minutes.
They both nod and walk out, giving Kane curious glances.
As soon as they close the door behind them, Kane asks, “What’s going on, Eli, because you’re flipping me the fuck out.”
I sigh. “Sit down.”
He sits on a stool at the table, and I sit across from him. “We need to talk.”
I can see his leg bouncing, and he nods. “Talk, just spit it out.” He snarls his nose. “Is Sam okay? I upset her last night, and she said she was fine, but?—”
I tense, fisting my hands. “What do you mean you upset her?”
He sighs, and I see the regret on his face. “She came home all excited about the flowers, and I said something stupid.”
I grit my teeth. “What did you say?”
He shakes his head. “Well, I didn’t mean it the way it sounded, but when I think about it, it sounded bad.”
“What. Did. You. Say?” I demand.
He holds his hands up. “Geez, chill out. I was just surprised, I guess. She came home with the flowers, and she didn’t know who they were from, and I said something like I’m surprised because she’s pregnant and everything.”
I shake my head. No, he didn’t. “Are you kidding me? That’s pretty shitty, Kane, even for you.”
He doesn’t take offense. It’s obvious he regrets it. “I know. We hugged after I apologized, and I don’t know, it’s just all weird, I guess.” He scoots his chair in. “So do you know who the flowers are from?”
I jut my chin. “They’re from me. I sent them to her.”
His forehead creases, and he looks confused. “You sent her flowers? Why? And why does she think they’re from a secret admirer?”
I clench my hands together on the table in front of me. “I bought the flowers, and the card was in it. I didn’t know, and the florist must have forgotten about it.”
Slowly, he nods his head. “Okay, so you were just sending her flowers to… what?”
I pull my shoulders back. I’ve thought about how to say this, and I know I just need to do it. “I want to date your sister. I want to date Sam.”
He pushes back from the table. “What did you just say?”
