Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 89674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
I nodded a few seconds before speaking. “Thank you. Let me talk to Beau and then I’ll head to the airport. We’re a package deal.”
“That’s right, I remember. Dr. Harris explained the fucked up things your old man did to you two. I don’t abide by the class structure. Tell me again what his needs are.” I heard the call switch from speakerphone to a direct conversation. Good. I didn’t want anyone to think badly of Beau. “My personal assistant is with me. I’ll transfer the phone to her. Let her know what he needs?”
“Hi, Dash, I’m Lisa. Tell me what he needs.”
“Beau likes his job.” My smile grew as I ensured he’d be as happy as possible with the move. “It’d be nice if he could transfer with FedEx or get a job with UPS.”
“What does he do?” she asked.
“He’s a delivery driver. He’s currently employed with FedEx, and he may be able to transfer. Perhaps I’m getting ahead of myself,” I explained, lifting my gaze as the front door opened and Amelia came through.
“It’s no problem to secure employment. I’ll have answers for you two this evening,” Lisa said.
“Thank you,” I said.
“No, thank you. Carter’s been grinning ear to ear this morning in the office. It’s a real treat,” she said in a tone that showed happiness or maybe that was just her natural way.
“I even brought donuts today,” Carter said, taking the phone back. “I need to leave. I’ll call you tonight. Enjoy yourself.” The call ended. All my excessive contemplations were futile. I was heading to Chicago. I had to call Beau, schedule a cab, and pack a bag.
“What’s going on?” Amelia asked as I came out of my office with the phone in hand. At the same time, it dinged with a notification. The message had to be from Beau. I opened it as I nodded toward my bedroom.
“Come with me and I’ll explain. I feel like things are finally going our way again.” As I went, I opened the message.
“Stop fretting and make the call,” Beau texted.
My wonderful guy knew me well. As I set my thumbs to typing on the small keyboard, I felt like moving to Chicago was the best idea. Fingers crossed it turned out that way.
“The place is stunning,” I said to Beau. “Look at these appliances and the way the whole kitchen’s seamlessly put together. It’s beautiful and functional,” I explained, happy with the way my day had gone. Hope filled my being, something I desperately needed. “I’ll go to the bedroom.”
I walked the length of the contemporary dining room then up the sweeping stairs, curved along a wall, directly facing Lake Michigan. At the top, one way went in the direction of a large guest bedroom, the other way was the main bedroom. The entire house flowed well together in both the architecture and interior design. The colors and decor were much like my home in Texas. Beige, cowboy brown, black, and whites. The pop of color came from different layers of blue all across the spectrum.
“Close your eyes.” I paused at the doorway to make sure Beau’s eyes were closed, then pushed the door open with my foot. “Open.” I slowly scanned the room with the laptop camera.
“Are those windows?” Yes, they were large windows with an unobstructed view of Lake Michigan.
“Nothing gets past my guy. The bed’s soft yet firm. The closet’s huge…”
“Is that a bar?” It took me a second to find what he saw. Maybe an armoire in the corner of the room. I hadn’t paid attention. I went there and opened the handle, and yes, it was a complete bar with a sink and ice machine. Shelves moved in and out, filled with everything from Grey Goose to a professional grade espresso machine. We only had to leave the room to eat. That explained the armchair facing toward the windows.
“Why do rich people have bars in their bedroom?” Well, the answer seemed easy enough, so I gave him time to think it through.
“Stop distracting me. The closet’s something else.” I walked through the door and soft light lit the small room. There wasn’t much in the way of personal things inside. A suit, athletic pants, a dress shirt, and a nice long coat. I stood still and let him take it all in. “It has many tie drawers and a shoe cabinet. Look at this.” I went to another built-in cabinet and pulled out a thin row of drawers with one T-shirt folded there. “It keeps your T-shirts organized.”
“That’s cool.”
Beside the closet was the bathroom. Again, decorated in the same colors throughout the home. It was gorgeous with a large sunken bathtub, and a sauna on the back wall. On the other side, there was a nice-size shower with jets pointing in different directions from the ceiling. The shower walls were glass from top to bottom. I imagined we’d spend a lot of time there.