Flash laughed. “I’ll keep you posted.”
“Sounds good.”
“Until then, stay away from the magic pussy.”
“Magic pussy?”
“That Addison chick must have a magic pussy for you to hop into bed with her after everything.”
“Her pussy is just a regular pussy.”
“Whatever you say. Talk to you later.”
“Later.”
I hung up the phone, feeling a little better.
I wondered what Addison would think if I told her she had a magic pussy.
Seventeen
Addison
Tuesday morning, I woke up, alone, and although I was surprised, I found myself disappointed. It was stupid to feel that way.
After a quick breakfast, I went and dropped off my car at the garage. I was relieved to see that Foster wasn’t in yet, and I quickly handed my keys to the receptionist, an elderly lady by the name of Sally, at the counter before heading to my office, catching a ride from Serena.
Once there, I turned on the lights, changed the sign to Open, and pulled out the files I needed for the day.
Serena walked in the door right a minute behind me as my phone rang, so I answered it myself.
“Addison Graham’s office. Addison speaking,” I said as I sat down behind my desk.
“Addison, I don’t know what you said to your father, but he finally said yes!”
I frowned. “Brandon?”
“Yes, it’s me.”
“My father said yes to what?”
“The golf course.”
I jumped up from my seat, knocking over my chair. “Shut the front door! You’re joking, right?”
Serena came to my doorway with a questioning look on her face, and I smiled to let her know everything was good.
“So, you didn’t say anything to your dad?”
“No. I figured it was hopeless after our last conversation.”
I’d been working on trying to get a golf course built in our town for about two years now. I had met Brandon almost five years ago, and we dated for a year and a half. Over time, it got hard to have a long-distance relationship, especially after the newness wore off. But we remained friends, and when he went to work for a new employer that was into the development of golf courses, Brandon suggested our little town as a place to build one.
We might be a small town, but we had a lot of other small towns around us. I had no doubt a golf course would bring in revenue to Brook Creek and offer jobs.
Years ago, people had liked living in small towns, but they’d lost their novelty with the last few generations, and sometimes, our economy struggled. I thought it would be a great way to help the people here.
The bad part was that my father owned the land, and he flat-out said no. He barely listened to Brandon’s presentation. I didn’t know if it was because my father had never been a huge fan of Brandon’s—although he’d take Brandon over Maddox any day—or if it was because I’d brought the idea to him. Either way, my father had said no.
I’d tried to bring it up every few months, but the last time I had asked about it, my father had been so mad, I thought he was going to have another stroke. I’d let it go after that.
My father’s one-eighty surprised me just as much as it had Brandon.
“We’re doing a phone conference later this afternoon to work out the details, but it sounds like it’s a go.”
“This is amazing. You have to let me know what happens after this afternoon’s phone call.”
“You won’t be there?”
“I’m thinking it’s best that I stay away. Whatever has my father changing his mind, I don’t want to reverse that decision by reminding him that he was against the project in the beginning.”
Brandon laughed. “You and your father have an odd relationship.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I’ll call you later.”
“Thanks.” I hung up the phone and pumped my fists in the air a few times. I was sure I looked like a dork, but I didn’t care.
“What happened?” Serena asked.
I turned and grabbed my chair from the floor. “Remember the golf course project I told you about?”
“The one your dad keeps squashing?”
I sat down and pushed myself to my desk. “That one. My father apparently called up the developer and said he’d changed his mind.”
“Wow. That’s amazing.”
“It is. It’ll help out our little town so much. I know it’ll take some time to complete the project, but once it’s done, it’ll offer so many jobs to everyone.”
“I’m so happy for you.”
“Happy for us. You’re part of this town, too.”
Serena grinned. “Happy for us then.”
“I think, no matter what happens the rest of the day, it won’t bring me down.”
My phone rang again. Serena was still standing in my office, so I told her, “It’s okay. I’ve got it.”
“You’re not going to need me anymore if you keep answering your own phone.”
I laughed and picked up the receiver. “Addison Graham.”
“Addison,” Maddox’s gravelly voice said. It didn’t sound that different from last night when he’d said my name in my ear as he came inside me.
“Yes?” I said as tingles went down my spine. I tried to act casual in front of his niece. I didn’t want her to see my reaction to any of her uncle’s dirty talk.
Thankfully, Serena turned around and went into the main room.
“You need a new timing belt.”
Well, that was a double disappointment. I hadn’t known Maddox was working at his brother’s place. He’d only called to deliver bad news.
“A timing belt? And here I thought you called me to whisper nasty things in my ear.”
“You want me to talk filthy to you? How’s this? It’ll cost about eight hundred dollars.”
I slumped back in my chair. “You need to work on your dirty talk.”
Maddox laughed.
“So, this is something that needs to be done?” I sighed. I was going to have to really budget my money this month.
“Do you know anything about cars?”
“No. And I’m not ashamed to admit it.”
“Your timing belt is not something to mess with. If it goes out while you’re driving, it could ruin your engine. And it’s also a safety thing. You don’t want to be driving it if it breaks.”
“Okay. Will it be done today?”
“You have somewhere you need to be?”
“No, but I hate being vehicle-less.” I tilted my head. “I suppose I can always ask Pete if I can borrow his again if I need to.”
Of course, then Pete would be without a car. It wasn’t the best solution.
A deep groan sounded from the other side of the phone. “I’ll take you wherever you need to go,” Maddox said with a little bit of a bite.
This was interesting.
“Even if I have to go to the OB/GYN?”
“I’ve seen guys get blown up and body parts scattered in pieces. You’re not going to gross me out by talking about going to the lady doctor.”
“Okay, but I don’t even know your phone number.”