Page 153 of The Savior

That sounded like a dream job once upon a time. But now? “Let me think about it and get back to you.”

“What’s there to think about?”

He chuckled. “I’m going to run decisions that involve pitstops in Abu Dhabi by my wife.”

Westin nodded. “I just had lunch with her.”

“What?”

“Hell if I was going to offer you a job without getting to know all the players,” then translated. “Consider it business research.”

He didn’t know if Westin was an asshole or smart as hell. Liam also wasn’t sure why Chelsea hadn’t texted him.

“And she’s getting a massage at some fancy-ass place right now. My treat.”

His eyebrow arched. “You don’t have to do that—”

Westin reached into his pocket then extended a business card in his hand. “You’re one lucky SOB with a woman like that.”

He already knew that and took the thick cream-colored card. A phone number was center-justified, but the card didn’t have any other information. Liam ran his thumb over the raised type then shoved it into his pocket. “You’re still working with Chance and Hagan?”

Westin nodded. “And with you, whenever you’re ready.”

“I didn’t say I’d take the job.”

“But you will.” Then the man whom Mr. Black had called Boss Man strolled down the aisle.

Liam didn’t know what his next move should be beyond leaving the store with a stroller. He could only process one monumental decision a day, and todays had been deciding on a name. CatherineJuliaBrosnan.

He took a deep breath and made another decision. He pulled the order ticket for the stroller with all the cup holders and went to check out. Boss man hadn’t led him astray to this point. No reason to second guess him now. ACES it would be.