Now Trask’s curiosity was really piqued.
Sheila scribbled a bunch of words on the paper in front of her.
“I have it,” Sheila said without expression.
Of course,nothing would show on her face that would give Trask a clue.
Per usual, Sheila hung up without saying goodbye, and Trask wondered how Jett would take that. He didn’t remember if he’d mentioned Sheila’s autism to her, and he hoped she didn’t feel in any way rebuffed. He’d done enough of that to the woman. The last thing he wanted was for Diver Downeast as a whole, to be on Jett’s shitlist. If it was justhimshe hated, his brothers might be able to sweet-talk Jett into giving them another chance.
“Uh,” Trask cleared his throat and approached Sheila. “What did she say?”
Sheila picked up the paper in front of her and read from it, verbatim.
“I’ll be in touch with Spencer about my plans moving forward. A few things have come up that might have me reconsidering employment there, but I’ll give it a day or two, then call him when I have a clearer head.”
Sheila looked up at Trask, and if he wasn’t mistaken, there was a glint of humor in her normally pragmatic eyes.
He groaned. “Okay. What else?”
“She said. ‘On another note, you can tell Trask he can go take care of himself’,” Sheila narrated.
“Take care of myself?” Trask repeated dumbly.
Sheila actually looked delighted for a moment.
“No,” she snorted. “That’s just what I wrote. I wrote that. What she really said was, ‘Tell Trask to go fuck himself’.”
Task blinked, and Sheila continued.
“But if I said that, it would mean I’d have to put a dollar in the swear jar.”
Trask pulled two bills from his pocket and handed them over.
He’d take care of that for her, and…
“Well, shit,” he sighed.
CHAPTER 17
Had she made a mistake?
Jett had been rethinking her decision for the entire flight home, and was still gnawing on it after getting off the phone with Sheila.
Trask had shut her down, but had he really meant it?
And if he hadn’t, how would he be feeling now?
No doubt he’d been bullshit after finding out that she’d flown the coop, and he’d clearly been doing damage control, putting his office manager up to that call. Which was the reason Jett had added her irreverent coda to the short conversation.
Her fuck off sentiment hadn’t raised much of a response from the woman, but Jett remembered Trask telling her that Sheila was on the spectrum. A fact that was solidified when Sheila had stoically transcribed Jett’s words. It was only at the very end that Jett had detected the otherwise dry woman being actually pleased, and perhaps a little amused.
And that very niceness was what burned Jett’s ass.
Why did everyone at Diver Downeast except Trask seem so wonderful? The few words she’d had with Spence and Buck, the polite call she’d just had from Sheila, and the texts she’d receivedprevious to her delivery from Tabitha confirmed it. Every person involved had been welcoming. Except one.
If she were being honest, however, Trask had, too, before…
Crap.Before they’d found out they had mad chemistry.
