Even Sarah was out in the field fifty percent of the time.
Fortunately, my executive assistant was sitting at her desk when I knocked on her open door.
She looked up at asked, “How’d it go?”
“Really well. Angela was able to speak their grant-requirements language, so that seemed to put them at ease. They approved the plats, so once we finish with the permits, we can break ground.”
“That’s great. I still think it’s important you were there.”
“When have I ever disagreed with you?”
She looked up, like she was contemplating my question.
“I can only think of one time, and I was right, by the way.”
I felt my brows knit together. “When was that?”
“When I told you not to get involved with Betsy Ross.”
I chuckled internally. I’d forgotten that’s what she’d called my ex-girlfriend.
“Her name is Beth, and when did you tell me not to get involved with her?”
Sarah rolled her eyes and sighed, like I was trying her patience. “At the gala where you met her. Right after she approached you and thanked youso muchfor bidding on the quilt she’d made for the silent auction and fawned all over you.”
“Yeah, well, I hadn’t been laid in a while, so, I didn’t want to listen to your advice at the time.”
“Annnnd how did that work out for you?”
Not great. There had been a restraining order involved. When I went overseas on an assignment, she’d convinced herself that I’d ghosted her, went a little nuts, and tried to break into my house.
“You know how. No need to gloat.”
“So, tell me about the future Mrs. Alan Callahan. And her daughter.”
I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about my girls.
“They’re so fucking amazing.”
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Jessica
Alan: I miss you, babe! I can’t wait to see you tonight! I don’t suppose you can sleep over?
Me: I miss you, too! And you already know the answer.
Alan: I know, but my dad always said it never hurts to ask.
Are you bringing Ruthie with you?
Normally, I’d have to. The airport was over an hour and a half away, and with her feeding schedule, she’d need to be nursed while I was gone.
But now that she was taking a bottle better…
Me: No. My mom said she’d watch her.
Alan: Wow. So the bottle is working out?
