Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Francisca.” He answers before the phone even has a chance to ring on my end. “I was just going to send you a text.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes, how’s your dad?”
“He’s good, getting better by the day.” I take the pack of cookies with me and wander to one of the chairs at the table.
“That’s good news. I’ve been meaning to check on him, but works been busy.” I roll my eyes at the lie, during the time that my father was in the hospital and in the time since he’s called and text more than once, not to check on my dad but to see if I wanted to go out and get a drink or have dinner.
“I’m sure you have a lot more responsibility now.”
“I do; it’s been an adjustment.” At this point, my eyes are going to be stuck in the back of my head if I keep rolling them.
“So, is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I wanted to let you know that I have the money for the condo.”
“That’s great news.” My shoulders sag in relief. “Do you want me to send over my bank information so you can wire it to me?”
“I actually had the bank print me out a check, and I can meet you tonight and give it to you if that works.”
“I… What time? I have plans this evening.”
“You can meet me downstairs at my office. I’ll be here for a few more hours, so I can come out and meet you whenever you arrive.”
Darn, I don’t really want to meet him, but I don’t feel like I have a choice. “Alright, I’ll be there, let me get PJ, and I’ll be on my way.”
“Sounds good. I’ll see you then.” He hangs up after saying goodbye, and I glance at the time on my cell, finding that it’s almost five. I know that Dayton said he had a meeting at five, and when we were at the doctor’s, he told me that Clay made a reservation for him and Willow for six thirty and that they would be leaving around six fifteen since the restaurant is just around the corner. If I leave now, I should be back in forty-five minutes or less, depending on traffic.
Shoving another cookie into my mouth I get up and attach PJ’s leash then grab my purse from the kitchen where I left it. As I’m walking to the door, I remember that there is a shipping store where I’m going, and I have a couple of packages I need to mail. One of them being the paperwork to change my last name back to my maiden name.
Grabbing everything I need along with a sharpie marker I head to the door once more and the moment I swing it open I find Dayton standing on the opposite side with his hand up ready to knock.
“Hey.” I smile. “What are you doing here? I thought you had a meeting.”
“I did, but Billy rescheduled it for tomorrow morning.” He starts to step into my space, then realizes my hands are full and frowns. “Are you leaving?”
“Yeah, I’m going to pick up my check for the condo from Matthew and dropping these off since there is a mailing place right next door.”
“He got the loan?”
“He did. He called just a few minutes ago and let me know I could come pick up the check from him.”
“Where are you meeting him?” He asks while bending to give PJ some attention.
“At his office, he’s meeting me downstairs.” I lean up on my toes to touch my mouth to his when he comes out of his bend. “I should be back here in forty-five minutes.”
“I’ll come with you.” My insides twist with anxiety. It’s not that I don’t want him to come; I would actually love it if he did, but his patience with Matthew at this point is nonexistent. Dealing with Matthew, I never quite know what I’m going to get, and I don’t want this meeting ruining our whole evening.
“That’s okay, I won’t be long.” I step outside, and he takes the stuff I’m holding.
“Franny.”
“I seriously won’t be long.” I walk down the sidewalk towards my car with him at my side and PJ running ahead of us. Hitting the button for my trunk it pops open, and he places the boxes inside while I get PJ into the back.
With the sharpie in my mouth, I hook PJ’s leash into his seat, then step back to slam the door, bumping into a solid wall. Turning, I look up at Dayton, and he takes the marker from between my lips.
“You don’t want me to go with you?”
“It’s not that. I just want this done without any drama, big guy.”
“Right.” He mutters, looking unhappy.
“I’ll be back before you know it.” I lean up and kiss him, then scoot under his arm, open my door, and fall into my seat.