“She’s growing on me.” He winked at me as I stood. “I’m going to pass on the invite to dinner tonight. I’m so exhausted.”
“I understand. You’ve been up for days, and the time zones are fucking crazy. Go home and sleep.”
I slapped him on the back and walked to the door with him.
“I’ll get things arranged for you to meet with Daniel as soon as possible,” he said as he walked down the damp steps toward his car.
“Thank you.” I waved at him. As he drove away, I went back inside with a smile on my face. This had been unbelievable news; Sawyer finally saw what I’d always seen in Taylor.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Sawyer
As soon as I got home from Michael’s I sent a text to Taylor.
Hey, I’m ready to collect on my dinner. How about tomorrow night?
I figured she wouldn’t reply for a while because she was most likely sleeping. I pulled my shirt off as I trudged up the stairs to my bedroom. I tossed the shirt on the chair next to the fireplace and then sat down to untie my boots. I pulled my boots from my feet, the depths of exhaustion settling in, and I sat there for a moment debating if I could just fall asleep there.
Nope. I needed my bed.
I gathered just enough energy to push myself up from the chair. I walked to the nightstand and set my phone on the charger before I took my jeans off. I collapsed into bed wearing just my underwear, and closed my eyes.
My eyes popped open when I heard a text come in.
“Fuck me,” I mumbled. I reached for my phone and squinted at the text.
I figured you’d be looking for food soon.
I could hear her saying that, and it made me laugh out loud.
Out of curiosity, where would you have picked?
Don’t go crazy, but I would have picked one of the Lombardi’s.
I narrowed my eyes at her reply of my parents’ restaurants. Not that it wasn’t nice, because it was. It took weeks to get a reservation, especially during ski season. We had a restaurant in several upscale ski resort areas and one in Denver.
Where are you making me take your gloating ass?
I burst out laughing.
Trevor’s Haus. It’s my favorite.
I haven’t been there either, but I hear it’s really good. At least dinner should be amazing.
It’ll be fun.
I’ll see you in a few hours at Michael’s.
I’m not going to be there.
I paused and then realized how ridiculous it was to carry on via text.
Can I call you?
Yes. Is everything okay?
I pulled her name up in my contact list, and she answered on the first ring.
