Trask’s gut burned. “But there was no meeting. When I got up, it didn’t take long to realize she’d taken off. Literally. And now… Now I don’t know what to do.”
It pained Trask to admit it, but he was at a loss.
“Well, I know what you should do,” Tabitha spoke up.
“What?” Any help she could give would be welcomed.
“Get off your ass and go the hell after her,” Tabbi decreed.
Fuck.
Anything but that.
CHAPTER 19
This was a mistake.
Flying north again two days later without letting anyone at Diver Downeast know she was coming, was setting her up for an epic fail. But she couldn’t seem to help herself.
Trask.
The damned man was the problemandthe solution.
If she could just get him to sit down and freaking talk to her, maybe they could sort things out. If he thought their physical encounter was a mistake, he should own up to it. If he didn’t think they should mix business with pleasure, she’d understand.
But if he wanted to…
Nope.She was not going there
What actually resulted from their much-needed détente might not completely satisfy either one of them, but if they cleared the air, she might at least be able to take the job at Diver Downeast.
Crap.
It all hinged on Trask pulling his head out of his ass.
What the hellwas Trask doing?
He’d thought about everything for a couple days while putting in time at the lumber mill and taking over an impromptu martial arts class for Mason.
But now he was…acting against every instinct in his body.
First of all, taking life-advice from Spencer wasn’t the smartest move he’d ever made. His brother was seriously infatuated with Tabitha, and because his head was way the fuck up in the clouds, he thought that everyone else should be on the hearts-and-flowers bandwagon of love.
Right. As if.
Buck too, when he’d eventually come in, had been no help.
After Spencer and Tabitha had finished roasting Trask’s ass for driving Jett away, they’d called Buck, and he’d added his weight to theirs. Butthatbesotted jerk wasalsoin love, and he’d teased the shit out of Trask instead of meting out any words of wisdom.
So why the hell, after a rough couple nights of barely any sleep, was Trask’s truck currently pointed toward Portsmouth?
Because he was an imbecile.
And what exactly was he going to say to Jett once he saw her?
Hi. Sorry I paddled your ass and ate you to a screaming completion, but can we forget all about that so you can come work at Diver Downeast?
Yeah. That was lame as hell.
