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“She made the choice all on her own. I was only there to drive the truck back.”
Rosa stares up at me with shiny brown eyes that remind me so much of Dahlia’s. “You did a lot more than that.”
Dahlia turns away and swipes at her cheek.
“Are you crying?” I laugh.
She flips me off as she walks into her house. “I hate you.”
Some things never change.
When I helped Callahan Kane remodel his house last summer within a nearly impossible time frame, I knew I’d call in the favor he owed me one day, but I hadn’t planned on using it on Dahlia’s behalf.
My plan could crash and burn, but if it means helping Dahlia get a TV deal that makes her one hundred percent happy, then I will reach out to a man who owes me a big favor.
Callahan Kane is a difficult man to get in touch with. All of my calls go to voicemail, which only makes my anxiety worse with each passing day.
During that time, I focus on my project and getting ready for the holidays. Dahlia helps me decorate my house, and I repay her by fucking her underneath the Christmas tree and watching a few episodes of her favorite telenovela.
Sam keeps his calls to a minimum, which gives me faith inRyder’s abilities to help me run Lopez Luxury. I know he won’t let me down, and everyone’s feedback about him supports that, so I’m feeling more confident about stepping back and starting a few private projects of my own with Dahlia.
I retry Callahan Kane’s number for a second time today, and he picks up after the third ring.
Miracles do come true.
“Julian Lopez. To what do I owe this rare phone call?”
I clear my throat. “Remember that favor you owe me?”
“Straight to the point. I like it. Reminds me of my brother—”
I stop him before he starts rambling. “Do. You. Remember?”
“Why don’t you refresh my memory?”
I tap my fingers against my workbench. “I fixed your house in exchange for a favor of my choosing.”
“Ah, right. Do you want me to connect you with Declan or Rowan?”
“I want to speak with whoever runs the DreamStream part of the Kane Company.”
“You’d like to meet with the television streaming division? What for?”
I stay quiet.
“Why would a developer like you—” He cuts himself off and makes a confirmatory noise. “Oh. I think I know why.”
“Can you help me or not?”
“Sure, but you have to answer three questions of mine first.”
“What?” I ask.
“Does this request to meet with our streaming department have something to do with Dahlia?”
“Yes.”
“Are you in love with her?”
