“I appreciate it.”
“Of course, and I should warn you, Penelope was asking Ainsley and Violet over when Tessa was there. So, I would prepare for a lot of questions from her.”
Great.
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Tessa
Killian lets out a long groan as he stretches his arms over his head. “God, I can’t look at any more of this. The words are just starting to blur together.”
My neck is stiff, and I feel the same way. After I got back from meeting with Penny, where we discussed the launch of the new interior design service, Killian and I dove headfirst into the purchase orders.
Travis handled most of the sales and since that’s the first thing that was being affected in the business, it made sense to begin there. Whatever the issue is, I need to know so I can do some damage control and hopefully fix the image issue.
“I’m going to keep looking. We’re close, I can feel it.”
“Tessa, you need to rest. We’re not going to solve the puzzle today, unfortunately.”
Each day seems to be costing him money and my job is to help him strategize and help him mitigate the damage.
I stretch my neck side to side and sigh. “Maybe not, but I have to try.” My phone rings and it’s Meredith’s name on my screen. “Do you mind if I take this?”
“No, I’m done for the night. I’m going to grab us something to eat. Take the call in here.”
Killian leaves, closing the office door behind him, and I let out a sigh and then answer the phone.
“Hey, Mer,” I say as I answer.
“Tessy! I’ve missed you. How are you? Are you still in the area?”
I smile, remembering her rapid fire question mode. “I’m good. I miss you too. Yes, I’m here, I think I’ll be here at least another week.”
“Oh, problems at work?”
I look over at the papers on the floor. “You can say that.”
“Well, whatever the issue is, that company should be eternally grateful they have you there to fix the mess.”
I don’t think that’s the case, but her support is appreciated. “Thank you. Are you back? Can I come by? Dinner maybe?”
“Yes, I got home earlier today and would love nothing more than to catch up. Do you want me to meet you, or do you have a car?”
“I do, I rented one,” I tell her. “How about we plan for dinner on Saturday? It gives me the rest of the week to work through this without worrying.”
She squeals. “Absolutely. We’ll make Jake grill since I bought him one of those fancy ones that looks like an egg. I’ll also order takeout because”—she drops her voice to a whisper—“while he thinks he knows what he’s doing, he either undercooks the meat or overcooks it. So, you know, I’ll make sure we have a contingency.”
I laugh. “I can’t wait.”
“Me neither. I’ll text you the address just so you have it—and see you Saturday, whatever time you want to come.”
“It’s going to be so great seeing you again.”
“It’s been too long.”
Well, now I’m excited. I haven’t seen my best friend in what feels like forever, and it gets me to spend some time away from Killian and the ever-mounting temptation that is him.
When I lift my head, I look at the paperwork and something catches my eye.
