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“You just did it again. You answered my question with a question. If you want me to get that fucking glorified bike with a motor out of my car and leave it here, you need to tell me his name now.”
“Dikota Smith. And his band is The Burnout.”
“Was that so difficult?” I grumped before getting out of my car and yanking the piece of shit out of the trunk and parking it there.
We were silent as we drove to her brother’s house, and I waited in the car as she ran inside to pack her overnight bag. I took that time to call Weston, a man who’d worked for my family for many years. He was sort of a private investigator slash bodyguard slash fix-it-man. A dude of many talents, I guess you could say. He was on my father’s payroll at all times because my dad had a tendency to need a lot of cleanup in his life.
I filled him in on the situation and asked to see what he could find out. I’d be in the city tonight, and I had no problem going and having a chat with her shithead ex-boyfriend.
I’d be getting that car back if it was the last thing I did.
I was her boss, after all.
It was the least I could do.
seven
Georgia
I’d sprintedinside the house and packed my nicest black dress for dinner and grabbed a pair of heels. A meeting with an agent in the city was definitely not something I could wear booties to. I tossed in my pajamas and a change of clothes for tomorrow before gathering all my makeup and toiletries and tossing them into a bag before hurrying back outside.
This day had been exhausting, and now I was heading to the city on a helicopter to meet with my favorite author’s agent.
I’d been caught by my boss dancing in his closet while wearing his coat and hat.
That had to go down as the world’s most embarrassing moment to date.
Well, unless it was beat out by the fact that I’d just cried in front of him because I thought he’d fired me. And then I’d been forced to fill him in on my blackmailing ex-boyfriend.
If you looked up train wreck in the dictionary right now, there’d be a photo of me, holding a can of shaving cream and dancing in my grumpy boss’s closet.
We’d driven back to the office in silence, and he’d hurried me up the stairs and through a side door I hadn’t even known was there, which led to the rooftop of the building where he kept his helicopter.
I was getting a crash course in the lifestyle of the rich and famous today. Closets that were larger than my entire apartment back in the city and helicopter pads on top of buildings.
Maddox had both of our bags in his hand and rested his free hand on the small of my back as he led me toward the helicopter. A man who introduced himself as Benjamin stood outside and opened the door and nodded at me as I climbed inside.
Once we were in, the two men exchanged a few words, then we were up in the air and I’d yet to speak a word.
“You okay?” He leaned close, and his lips grazed my ear. I squeezed my legs together and glanced out the window before looking at him.
“Yeah. I didn’t let my family know I was leaving.”
He studied me for a moment as if the thought of my family not knowing my whereabouts was a foreign concept to him. “Why don’t you send them a text.”
I nodded. I sent my parents a quick text letting them know and then jumped into the sibling group chat.
Hey. I’m in a helicopter, heading to the city for work. I’ll be home tomorrow.
Brinkley
Fancy closets and now you’re in a helicopter? Go, Georgie, go.
Finn
Did I miss a conversation? What are we talking about?
Cage
