“We only have a few days to find an apartment, but your father has graciously offered to let us stay here until we find the perfect place.” Alex beamed. “What a wonderful wedding gift, sir. We’re thrilled.”
Why were all the Davenports so thrilled? They were practically salivating.
“Excuse me.” I pushed out of my seat. “I need to dry my dress.”
“Of course.” Father stood and walked me to the foyer. “Collect yourself.”
“You moved the date?” I hissed.
“Time is of the essence.”
“For what?” I cried.
He scowled in silent warning to keep my voice down. “I want Davenport’s company. And you’re going to get it for me.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Beau
Five days.
Five. Days.
The invitations were being hand delivered at this very moment. Meanwhile it was all I could do to settle my racing heart. This couldn’t be healthy. I hadn’t taken a full breath since . . . actually since I’d left Cal’s.
Cal.
I’d ignored his texts checking on me, even though he deserved an answer. I hadn’t reconciled the man who’d been so callous in the past to the one who cared for me like I was the most precious thing in the universe.
I pushed out of the coffee shop. Even lavender tea hadn’t calmed my nerves. I’d been wandering aimlessly around the city for two hours.
Drive.
As much as I hated it, I needed to take a drive. Not in Lincoln’s car. Or in a taxi.
I pulled out my phone and dialed.
“She’s alive. I was beginning to wonder.”
Underneath that jest, I heard his concern. And the second I heard his voice, the panicked state I’d been in all morning subsided.
“Are you working?”
“I’m off.”
I sucked in a deep breath and released it. “Want to go for a drive?”
You are playing with fire, sister.
“Where are you?” Keys jangled on the other end of the line.
I looked at the street signs on the corner. “5th and East 59th.”
“Might take me a minute to get there.”
I wanted him now. My patience with everything was officially at zero.
“That’s fine.”