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And she was definitely still twirling the phone cord between her fingers.
“Rhiannon and the board members of the charity will be announcing the shelter project at a press junket. Go to that and look interested. You’ll find a way to impress her. And you will certainly see her again.”
“Yeah,” he said slowly. His mind was racing. Maybe he could make a donation at the announcement. “Okay, thank you.”
After a few more encouraging words, Gerri ended the call. Mars stood frozen for a second, looking down at his phone.
Then he scrolled up to another number. He dialed it, holding his breath as he did.
It was insane what Rhiannon was doing to him. Did every shifter feel this way with their fated mates?
“Andrew Blake here.” The person on the other end answered the phone. Mars exhaled with relief.
“Andrew, it’s Mars Casey.”
Andrew Blake was one of Mars's best property developers. He was also a property manager for dozens of the company's properties.
Mars had put Andrew in charge of the leasing agreement for the shelter property. Hopefully, he could make Andrew his man on the inside.
“Mars.” There was a clear surprise in Andrew’s voice. “How can I help you?”
“Andrew, how is the shelter project going?” Mars asked.
He seldom was personally involved with leasing agreements. He knew that Andrew would consider his next questions strange.
“Uh, it is going well, I believe. The property will have to be changed up a bit to accommodate for the facilities the young people need.”
“So there will be construction involved?” Mars was pacing up and down the length of his office. He could practically feel Lenard and the office manager, Lisa, boring holes into his back.
They probably thought he had lost his mind.
Maybe you have. You’re fretting over a woman who doesn’t seem to give a rat’s ass about you. Mars knew that was just his anxiety speaking. Rhiannon was his fated mate.
It was impossible that she didn’t feel the same pull toward him that he felt toward her.
“Yes, there will be construction involved. But I plan on keeping it as cost-effective as possible.”
“Don’t be too cheap,” Mars replied right away. “It will be a bad look if we skimp on the sanitation facilities and someone becomes ill.”
“Of course,” Andrew said quickly. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“Yes, there actually is. I would like to be more involved in this project. If there are any big meetings scheduled, let me know. I want to be there for every one of them.”
There was silence on the other end as Andrew absorbed what his boss had said. This would be a first for Mars.
“I will certainly do that, but if I may ask, has my performance been poor?” Andrew’s voice was tentative.
Damn it!Mars thought. Andrew thought that his request was an indictment of his work ethic.
“Your performance has been great, Andrew,” Mars assured him. When the call ended, he knew that Andrew was still curious about his request.
It was time to do some research, and he went decisively to his desk. He opened his laptop and searched Rhiannon’s name.
Several search results popped up, and Mars scrolled through them, reading attentively.
Rhiannon was a well-known lawyer who did lots of pro bono work. There were multiple articles praising the work she had done for the underprivileged communities. Her law firm did a lot of legal aid work, which explained why it was so small. There was no one paying the exorbitant legal fees that Mars paid his own lawyers.
Her charity work was also well documented. Rhiannon was connected to several charities, and he read an interview she had done with a local magazine.
