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“Apparently, he promised his wife he would. I knew it was coming, sooner or later. He’s mentioned it a time or two over the past few years, but he usually laughs the idea away right afterward. That’s why I offered you a position on his team when we were moving things around with the Revolution acquisition. You know how to take a struggling business and make it work, Sawyer. It’s what you love doing. Why not do it for the family business?” Sometimes your family knowing you so damn well isn’t a good thing.
He’s not wrong. I love taking an old business and bringing it new life. There’s a rush to it that’s different from building a new business. But I don’t know if I want to work for King Corp.
I’ve spent the last ten years working for myself and answering to no one.
I don’t know if I want to change that. I don’t know if I ever will.
But I can’t ignore the fact that this time, I’m intrigued.
Max stands to face me, then pulls an envelope out of the inside pocket of his suit and drops it on the counter next to me. “Look this over, then call me so we can talk. It would be really nice to have you where you belong.”
“I’m always with you, whether I work there or not.” I follow him to the front door.
“Just look it over, Sawyer.” He opens the door and laughs. “Zeus just almost took out your neighbor.” He laughs again, then stops. “Oh shit. That’s Wren, and she looks pissed. Nobody told me she moved in next door. Good luck with that.”
I step outside as Max walks to his car and cringe when my overly excited dog jumps again, nearly tackling Wren to the ground as he tries to get the stubborn woman’s attention.
Always so fucking stubborn.
Today she’s wearing pink scrubs and a gray jacket. Her messy hair is pulled back in a lopsided ponytail, and from over here, she looks tired. And maybe pissed.
Oh yeah. When her eyes turn my way, they’re definitely pissed.
“Kingston,” she calls out in a puff of cool air. “Zeus almost ran out into the street. Again. Fix your damn fence or I’m reporting you.”
“Reporting me to who?” Fuck. I’m going to kill my damn dog, who never left the fucking yard untilshemoved in. “I just had contractors out here earlier in the week. They said there are no weak spots and he should be fine. What the hell?”
She squats down and scratches behind Zeus’s ears, whispering something to him that I can’t hear.
Great. She’s turning my own dog against me.
I march across our property lines until I’m close enough to make out what she’s saying, then roll my fucking eyes.
“I know your human is a jackass, buddy, and I can get 100 percent on board with you ignoring most of the things he tells you to do, but you can’t go into the street.” My fucking dog flops down and rolls over, giving Wren his belly to scratch until his back leg starts vibrating.
“Zeus,” I call out but get no response.
“Zeus. Come.” He looks at me.
Wren looks at me.
But absolutely nobody, K-9 or human, move.
I scrub my hands over my face and groan.
WREN
Sawyer’s eye twitches when Zeus refuses to move, and my exhausted body perks up.
He’s frustrated.
Ha.
That eye has always twitched when he was close to losing his calm, cool, and carefully held control. Which means it’s time to poke the bear.
I rub the lazy bulldog’s belly and coo, “Such a good boy, Zeus. Maybe you should come inside with me. I’d take much better care of you than some people.” I look up through my lashes, and for a moment, I honestly think I see steam billowing out of this man’s ears as I stage-whisper to the dog, “Does your daddy not take good enough care of you? Is that why you’re always coming over here?”
Kingston’s fists flex at his sides, and I wet my lips with sudden interest and anticipation.
