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Her sweet pussy?
Damn.
She leaves my embrace and strolls over to the table to grab her purse. “Are you sure you want to confront Dot?”
Her quiet concern takes up the vast space between us. We talked about this last night and even then, when I first floated the idea by her, she didn’t like it.
She shuffles on the spot awkwardly, a frown fixed to her features. “What about the Nest? You don’t want to make her suspicious.”
I hate that I’m the cause for her unease. All of this is because of me. I’m also tired of doing nothing.
It has been four days since I spent that first night at her house—I had the best sleep of my life—and Dot’s still perpetuating the lie about the baby. She refuses to talk to me.
The good news is, Wren and I are in a better place. We not only text hourly and call when we can, I’ve also spent every night at her house. Once Eddie goes to bed, which is usually close to midnight, I slip out and let myself into her place. The same goes for the mornings. I’m usually out of her bed by four thirty with just enough time to hop into mine before Eddie’s up at five.
I could tell him the truth; he wouldn’t care. In fact, he would likely support it, but the fewer people who know, the better.
“I’m tired of this limbo. I have to try to reason with her, and I won’t tip my hand about the Mercury deal.” I blow out a breath, already anxious to face my ex. It’s never easy. “I’m also going to talk to her about the baby.”
“I get it. I feel the same way. Just don’t get your hopes up.” Her slender fingers curl around my wrist and she lightly squeezes. “After all, this is Dot we’re talking about.”
The familiar crunch of tires on the gravel parking lot out front causes both of us to stiffen.
“Shit.” Wren scurries to the back door.
“Wait.” I jog from the storage room and glance out the side window. Dot is parking her car.
“Tyler, it’s her. You better go.” I race back to Wren and give her a quick kiss. “Love you.”
“Okay. Call me when you can. Love you.”
Wren slips out the back and I shut the door and walk to the front of the building. From there I watch Dot gather her purse and lock the car. She doesn’t know I’m here.
According to the Winslow Nest calendar, I’m supposed to be at a trade show in Billings. The date for the show got moved, and I never bothered to update the Nest calendar. I wanted to catch Dot unaware.
Her avoidance of me has forced my hand. This was the only way to get in front of her. To make her talk to me.
She walks in and freezes midstep at the sight of me. “Oliver, what the hell are you doing here? And why are you hiding in the corner like a serial killer.”
Hiking her bag up her shoulder, she glares, and her painted lips twist into an ugly smear of red.
“You wouldn’t talk to me.” I shrug, letting her know I have every right to be here. “I knew you’d be in today.”
She gapes, eyes widening to the size of saucers, and I see when it hits her. When she figures out I set her up—or that’s how she’d see it. Within seconds, her surprised expression shifts into downright mad. Nostrils flaring.
Shit, maybe I shouldn’t have played it like this. Dot doesn’t like others to get the upper hand. Although, truth be told, she’s still in the driver’s seat.
“What about the trade show? You just blew that off. That’s really stupid, Oliver. We could use?—”
“I didn’t. They postponed it. Listen, speaking of business, I’ve got the papers here for you to sign.” I decided things might go smoother if I gave her the documents instead of my lawyer.
She looks at them and then me like I’m holding a steaming pile of shit. “What are those for?” Shaking her head contemptuously, she marches away from me and drops her things onto the desk. “I’m not signing anything.”
“We already talked about this, several times over the past couple of years. I’m buying you out. You agreed.”
While I don’t have the money now, Eddie and I have talked, and he’s all for me cutting Dot loose from my life. So much so, he offered me a short-term loan. I didn’t even have to ask, not that I was going to.
When I told him in more detail about Dot’s hold on the business, the Netherlands deal, and my plan, he practically threw the money at me.
