He hadn’t expected her to acknowledge that. “I need to text Lex.”
“I did after you fell asleep. When you’re ready to leave, let him know. Your phone is charging in the kitchen.”
That was thoughtful of her, but after seeing Hadley Lowell in action, he had a feeling she wasn’t as rigid as he first imagined. “Thanks.”
“My sister called last night. You were correct about the game scores. Fallon said she and Ryder keep track.”
The victory was hollow because he was in San Francisco when he should be in his own bed in Portland. “Now you know.”
Hadley studied him like he was a lab rat. “I thought you’d rub it in.”
“You didn’t rub in me falling asleep and missing our chance to talk. Why would I do that to you?”
“Bad assumption.”
Not really, because in another instance he may have. He stood. “I’m going to use the bathroom.”
“Washcloths are under the sink. New toothbrushes are in the second drawer.”
Curiosity got the better of him. “Do you keep a supply for overnight guests?”
“Audra and Ryder’s friends sometimes forget to bring things when they stay over, and toothbrushes are the number one item.”
So she hadn’t meant adult overnight guests. That was good. Not that he cared. What she did was none of his business. Still, he wondered. She didn’t go out with clients, but an attractive, successful woman must date. Did she have a boyfriend? Or a special guy she spent time with?
“Not that we have a ton of space for sleepovers, but we make do.”
He glanced around. “Your condo is nice.”
She smiled. “I love it, but I bought this when it was only me. I need to find a bigger place for us.”
Us meaning Hadley, her sister, the kids, and the cat. “Have you started looking?”
“Yes, but I want to stay in this neighborhood so it’ll take time.”
If she wanted something bigger, he didn’t understand why she wouldn’t just buy a new house and move. “Lack of inventory around here?”
“Money.” She toyed with the edge of her apron. “Houses are pricier than condos.”
“Oh, right.” Which he should know. Except he’d buried what being poor was like. Well, tried. The bad memories outweighed the good ones by a hundred to one so why hold on to them?
“It’ll happen,” she said.
“You have a plan.”
Hadley laughed. “I do.”
And now Blaise had one, too. Everyone had a price. He’d said that to Trevor. Unknowingly, Hadley had told Blaise hers—a house for her family. An expensive one. He could make that happen for her. Today, tomorrow, whenever she wanted.
He forced himself not to grin too widely.
“A fresh pot of coffee is brewing,” she said. “There’s a clean mug sitting on the counter.”
“Are you making breakfast?”
“Dinner. The crock pot comes in handy with work and kids.”
“I’ve never used one.” He had no idea if he owned a slow cooker. Someone else had set up his kitchen when he moved in. His housekeeper, Robyn, did his shopping. He also had a personal chef.
