That wasn’t anywhere near as difficult as I’d built up in my head, and I did it without needing Noah’s help.
I can do this.
Eight
Caleb
“What do we have on this week?”
My receptionist and personal assistant, Freya, moves from the doorway to the chair on the other side of my desk.
I’m not sure what I’d do without her.
She manages my calendar and keeps my employees in line. Freya was my first employee when I expanded from a one-man business.
“New client. Emma Chase is after some repairs to the house she’s just bought. I thought I could send the new guy over?—”
Wait, what?
“Emma Chase?” It can’t be. Not after all this time. Could it?
Her eyebrows rise. “Yes. Is that a problem?”
“I’ll do it. Tell me where and when.”
“You don’t have to do it. I can get one of the?—”
“Schedule me in for it. I know her.”
She rolls her eyes. It’s not the first time a woman I’ve dated has called in.
“Another one?”
“This one’s different. I think. If it’s even her …”
Of course there’ll be more than one Emma Chase in the world. What are the chances of my Emma still being Emma Chase? It’s been over twenty-five years. She must’ve married and had a family.
Unlike me.
I guess if I haven’t, then maybe she hasn’t.
“Your schedule is pretty open. I can slot her in at ten tomorrow morning?” Freya asks.
“That works for me.” I stand and pick up my keys from my desk. “I’m going out.”
She nods slowly. “Are you okay?”
“Just need to check something out.” I force a smile. “I won’t be back today. Can you give me the address for tomorrow?”
One of her eyebrows shoots up. “Sure.”
My phone dings with a text, and I swipe to unlock and take a look.
It’s not too far from here.
“Thanks, Freya. See you tomorrow.”
“Okay, boss.”
