Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
I can work with that, and besides, I know Eamon is considering taking the plunge to become a paralegal in the next few months.
“You were smiling before I walked in,” Helena says as she’s about to exit my office. “It’s a good look for you.”
I glance at her, catching a grin on her face. “That goes for you as well, Helena.”
“I’m happy because I’m working.” She tilts her head. “I’m hoping the smile on your face has more to do with someone outside of the walls of this office and not a potential meeting with Dalton Allard.”
“That it does.” I nod.
Carrie hasn’t left my mind since I saw her last night. I may not get a chance to see her tonight, but tomorrow is another day.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Carrie
“I’m proud of you, Telford,” I say as the elevator inches its way up. “The suit you bought is a smart investment.”
He glances up from his phone screen. “It’s an investment that better pay off. Did you see all the zeroes in the price when they rang it up?”
I reach over to squeeze his forearm. “You can wear it to propose and to your wedding, and…”
“To your wedding?” he questions.
“Some day.”
He nods. “Thanks again for coming with me.”
I was happy to do it. I know that Telford isn’t the type of man to spend a lot of money on anything, but he looked sharp in the suit he tried on. It was dark gray, and with the light gray button-down shirt one of Berdine’s stylists chose, it was perfect for Tel.
“Next up is new shoes,” he declares, to my surprise. “You’re off the hook with helping me with that. I can handle it on my own.”
I almost tell him I wouldn’t mind tagging along but keep my mouth shut. Telford knows that I’m always around if he needs me.
As the elevator’s doors slide open, Tel glances at me. “You know you’re my best friend, right?”
That touches me more than I expect it to. I choose my words carefully because I have the enviable position of having two best friends. “I know. You and Abby are tied in my heart, Tel. I love you both a lot.”
“That’s good enough for me.” He smiles, offering his hand to me. “I’m ready to meet Cindy. She’s cute, right?”
“She’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.”
“I’m Posey.” Posey offers a hand to Telford, but he’s so stuck on the outline of the mural on the wall that he completely ignores her.
“Telford,” I whisper while I nudge an elbow into his side. “Say hi to Posey.”
That’s enough to jolt him out of the art-induced trance he’s in. He nestles Cindy into the crook of his arm so he can take Posey’s hand for a quick shake. “I’m Telford Harpin, and you are super talented.”
That lures a soft smile to Posey’s face. “Thank you, Telford.”
Telford drops her hand and steps closer to the wall in the guestroom, which is now covered with a series of light pencil drawings that outline the mural design that Posey showed me on her phone. “I can’t believe this.”
“I’ve got an image of what it will look like when I’m done.” She tugs her phone out of the large pocket on the front of her denim overalls.
Telford follows each of her movements until he’s staring at the same picture I couldn’t tear my gaze away from yesterday. “Wow.”
That one word is enough to widen Posey’s smile. “I designed that.”
“You did?” He doesn’t try to mask the surprise in his tone.
She nods, even though I’m not sure Telford is noticing.
“Posey is really talented,” I add. “I know Abby is going to love it.”
“She will.” Telford finally glances at Posey’s face briefly before he pets Cindy’s head. “I don’t know Abby all that well, but I don’t know anyone who wouldn’t love that.”
Posey slides her phone back into her pocket. “I’m going to head out for the night. My boss bailed on me at the last minute, so I didn’t get the help I thought I would have tonight.”
There’s not an open paint can in sight, and since there isn’t a speck of it on the wall either, I suspect her day consisted of outlining the mural in pencil.
“You mean Rook?” Telford asks, even though I explained during dinner that Rook was handling the logistics of the mural project for Declan.
I told him that one of Rook’s employees would be spending her days, and part of her evenings in the same guestroom I’m sleeping in.
He made a face to silently voice his concern at that, but I assured him that I’m happy to share the space since six months from now, my future niece or nephew will be sleeping in the most unique nursery in the city.
“Yeah, Rook.” Posey sighs. “He bailed on me because he had dinner plans.”