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“What is it, sweetheart?” King asked softly.
However, when Skylar turned to look at me, I stiffened. “Sarah and Bailey told me you run your own construction company.”
I frowned, narrowing my eyes.
“Yeah. That’s right. Why?”
“I’ve got some experience with filing and office work. Bookkeeping really. Do you need an office manager?”
Before I could respond, my fucking brother said, “Chase would love to have you work for him, Skylar. He’s not the most organized and I, for one, would love to receive his invoices on time and filled out correctly.”
WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK!
Affronted, I growled, “I don’t need an office chick.”
“Wasn’t asking you,” King smirked.
Leaning back in his chair as he stared between me and Skylar. “Skylar offered and I accepted her help.”
“A construction site is no place for her.”
“That’s why you will keep an eye on her. Skylar, why don’t you get some sleep? You’ve had an eventful few days. Chase likes to leave early in the morning. He will give you a ride to the site and show you what needs to be done.”
Skylar nodded, getting to her feet before quickly hugging me again, before saying “I never thanked you for getting me out of the house before it exploded. Thank you, Mr. Montclair.”
I huffed, peeling her off me.
I refused to say another damn word as I glared at my brother. The second she shut the door behind her, I yelled. “What the fuck, Callum! I don’t want or need her working for me. I like things the way they are. Uncomplicated.”
“And unorganized, messy and in complete chaos. I’ve been waiting for the invoices for the new build for over a month now, Chase, and every time I ask for them, you tell me you will take care of it. I’ve got distributors calling wanting to know when they are going to get paid. I get that your job is to design and build shit, but brother, you suck at everything else. Give Skylar a chance. Who knows, maybe she can organize your ass.”
“I don’t want her around me.”
“Why?” Gunner questioned. “She’s pretty to look at. Seems to know what’s required of her and for some god-awful reason, she wants to be around you. What’s not to like?”
“Because I don’t want her around me!” I shouted again, my frustration getting the better of me.
Out of both of my brothers, Gunner had the distinct, innate ability to get on my last nerve faster than when he bolted after hearing Lorianne’s parents pull up when she was supposed to be watching her little sister. Yeah, teenage Gunner wasn’t the smartest of teens. My brother logged more miles than our high school cross-country track team.
“My decision is final,” King ordered firmly, getting to his feet. “While the club works to resolve the situation with Hiller, Skylar will accompany you to the construction site and you will keep an eye out for her.”
Fuck!
Chapter Nine
Skylar
His voice carried as I walked away and as much as it hurt to hear him say it, I knew he was right. A construction site was no place for someone like me. I knew I could do the job. I wasn’t worried about that. I couldn’t explain why, but there was something about Chase Montclair that felt familiar. Almost as if we were kindred spirits.
Unlike most girls my age, I never got into boys, social status or cliques. I didn’t care who the latest fashion icons were or who was trending on every social media site. What I cared about was my brother, knowing he had everything he needed.
My parents wanted me to go to college. They talked at length about what schools would be best for me, but I never could choose. I wasn’t against continuing my education, it just didn’t align with my aspirations. I tried talking to mom about it once or twice, but she was of the mind that I was young and my ideals would change as I grew. She believed I would miss out on a rite of passage or something and tried relentlessly to get me to go to college.
The fact was, all I wanted was someone to love and who would love me back.
Simple, I know, but that’s what I wanted.
To be a wife and mother has been a dream of mine since I was a child. I loved watching my mom with dad, as she worked tirelessly to ensure he had everything he needed and how dad loved and adored her. They were my heroes. Two people I aspired to become. The older I got, the more I became resolved in my place in the world. When they died, a part of me knew I would never get my dream. By taking care of my brother, I would get some aspect of my dream, but never have one of my own.
