Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“Sure,” I say it while trying to figure out what night will work for me.
I have plans to see Donovan on the nights he’s not working late, but I also promised Nikita I’d help out since she’s had a run of online orders that she needs to fulfill. She’s hands-on with that, so I’ll do what I can in the store.
Roman’s gaze drops to the Wolf Candy shirt I’m wearing. “I take it you’re working here today?”
I smile. “Or advertising my best friend’s business as I wander around New York City.”
“You’re a genius,” he says, tapping his index finger to his chin. “You’d make a great lawyer, Delia. I could use another partner.”
He’s been pushing that idea on me for years even though he knows I have no interest in the law.
“Does Thomas know you’re trying to replace him?” I ask, teasing my brother about his long time law firm partner and friend never gets old.
“I didn’t say a new partner,” he corrects me. “You’d join as a junior partner.”
“In that case no.” I shake my head. “Your love of the law isn’t part of my DNA.”
“I know.” He takes me in his arms for a hug. “Your love of learning isn’t part of mine.”
I look up and into his face as we part. “I’ll text you so we can figure out what night works for all of us.”
“I can work with that,” he says. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you getting enough sleep?”
I laugh. “The only way to take that is that you think I look like shit.”
“You look a little tired.” He skims a finger over my chin. “Callum told me you had food poisoning. Are you over that?”
I can’t help but laugh. “That was over a month ago, Rome. I’ve been back from the cruise for weeks now.”
He nods. “Yet you couldn’t carve out an hour to see your favorite brother.”
“He’s your favorite brother?” Georgie comes bounding toward us with a blue lollipop in her hand. The evidence she’s enjoying it is the color of her tongue. It’s a perfect match to the candy treat. “If I was you, Uncle Matty would be my favorite.”
“Uncle Callum would be mine,” Dora adds her two cents as she trails behind he sister.
The still-wrapped lollipop in her fist is a bright shade of orange.
“Huh?” Georgie turns to look at her sister. “Why?”
“Yeah, why?” Roman asks as he chuckles. “No one picked me.”
They both laugh, but Dora lays out her case for Callum being her favorite. “Uncle Callum told me it’s okay not to be perfect. That being a little not perfect is what makes me Dora. There’s not another Dora like me anywhere.”
“I’d pick Callum too,” Roman says.
I can’t help but laugh, but I don’t pick a favorite because my three brothers all bring something unique to my life and I can’t imagine it any other way.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Donovan
Worry crowds every other thought from my mind. I’m grateful that I haven’t had to scrub in for any surgeries today. The one emergency procedure that was thrust onto the clinic’s schedule was when a schnauzer was brought in. He had swallowed a small child’s toy and since the blockage was life threatening, Carolyn jumped into action and was in our operating room before I knew what was happening.
“Do you want to grab a beer after work tonight?” Matt asks as he strolls into my office. “You look like you could use it.”
I’ve never been the type of man who lets guilt weigh me down. That’s because the majority of the choices I’ve made in my past have been good ones.
Hooking up with Delia on the cruise six weeks ago falls into that category, as does everything we’ve done together since, but I’m beginning to think about my relationship with Matt more, both professionally and personally.
I want a future with his sister but at this stage, I don’t know if she does and if she doesn’t, it’s going to sting every time I come into work and see him here.
That won’t change Matt’s employment situation but it could impact our friendship and that will be a hard hit for me.
“I have plans,” I say because I’m hoping I’ll hear back from Delia at some point this afternoon.
I’ve sent her two text messages since noon and tried to call her once about two hours ago. It’s unlike her to not respond within the hour and it’s closing in on four. I’m concerned about her.
She doesn’t strike me as the type of woman who ghosts anyone. We agreed to meet at my townhouse for dinner at six, so I’m hoping she’ll show up then.
If I knew exactly where she lived on Park Avenue I’d feel a whole hell of a lot better. If it does sail past six without any word from her, I’ll be walking that block for hours looking for anyone who knows her.