Tripp’s eyes snapped to me. “Why’re you sorry? You didn’t do anything.”
He was kind of right, but also not really.
It was my bad taste in on-again, off-again boyfriends that had us in that situation.
I took in the mix of stern dominance and sweet adoration in Tripp’s expression.
At least my tastes have improved.
“This isn’t on you,” he continued, not giving me the chance to speak. “And we’ll handle it, just like I said. I just hate that you have to be here for it.”
“It’ll look weird if I’m not since he thinks you’re meeting him as a favor to me. We don’t want him getting suspicious it’s not a real job offer,” I said.
“Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
I nudged his leg with mine again.
I was right when I said his love language was touch. That simple connection was enough to unclench his jaw.
Unfortunately, the longer the seconds ticked by, the more anxious I became.
“Should we have tried for a bigger role? Are we sure he’ll take it?” I asked.
After I told Tripp everything a couple days prior, he’d said that he would take care of it. I’d happily accepted that reassurance, but I hadn’t fully believed him.
I should’ve.
He didnotmess around.
After he’d filled Easton in, his lawyer had compiled the necessary paperwork. By the time Josh called the next day, everything was good to go.
Now we just had to wait to see if it all panned out.
Waitbeing the keyword because Josh was late.
“He’ll probably take it,” Easton said. He didn’t offer forced smiles or empty promises, and that honesty made me relax.
A little.
For a few minutes.
And then all the possibilities and unknown variants started the next lap of the race through my head.
Tripp easily read the tension on my face. “The role is a good one. The script is even better. If he doesn’t take the job, we’ll move to plan B.”
“What’s plan B?”
“Have Benji threaten him.”
I laughed, which was exactly his intent. Benji was the intimidating security guard at Wells Law, but looks could be deceiving. He was a big softie. Though I was willing to bet a threat from him would be effective if someone didn’t know that.
Easton’s phone buzzed, and he glanced at it. “Showtime.”
As far as Josh knew, the men were oblivious to his threat. He was just an old friend looking for his lucky break.
Tripp was an amazing actor, so I had no doubt he would nail it.
Easton was so stoically blank, no one would have a clue whether or not he was lying.
