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I take a deep breath, not used to asking people for help. Especially clients.
“Fine. I hope I’m not interrupting?” I pause on the street. People pass by, a group of women walking across the road to the diner all look at me before they giggle. I turn my back to them and look in the window of Daisy’s yoga studio instead, pretending like it’s the most interesting thing I’ve ever seen.
“Not at all. Just between meetings. How’s the build? Everything going okay?”
“Yes, fine. I’m calling on another matter.” I swallow.
“Oh, sure, What’s up?”
“I have a… friend. She’s due soon. I need to get some things for her and the baby.”
“Oh… of course. What does she need?”
“I have no idea, but she doesn’t have much, so I’m guessing she needs everything. I can get my jet to one of your stores tonight.”
“Wow, she must be important. Leave it with me. I’ll organize a personal shopper to gather everything and text you the pickup location. East or West Coast?”
I blow out a breath, feeling like I’m doing something right.
“Kind of in the middle. I’m in Whispers.”
“Great. I’ll get the team on it.”
“No budget. I want the best,” I tell her, because Savannah deserves that.
“Of course. Leave it with me. You’ll have everything you need by tonight. She’s a lucky woman to have you.”
“I appreciate it. Thanks.” I end the call, not agreeing with her. Lucky is not something people are around me. That’s why I usually keep my distance. That’s why I should be in Colorado overseeing her new ranch rather than standing on the street worrying about jumpsuits and pacifiers.
“Griffin? Are you okay?”
Daisy pops her head out of her studio, looking at me, and I frown.
“Fine. Why?”
“Well, you're making the women a little uncomfortable, standing there, watching their downward dogs through the window.” Her gaze flicks inside, and it’s then I realize she’s holding a yoga class, and like the idiot I am, I’m planted at the window, glued to the view like it’s prime-time TV, like some creep.
“Shit. Sorry.” I step away immediately. Clearly my mind isn’t on my surroundings.
“It’s okay. See you later.” She smiles, walking back inside, and I hightail it back to the hardware store, needing some timber for my new project. On my way, I call my pilot and get him ready. A jet full of baby equipment will be here in twenty-four hours.
You resting?
I send the text to Savannah before I think about it. I left her this afternoon, hands deep in flour for her to get things prepared for tomorrow. I hope she’s resting already.
Yes, boss.
My eyes thin.
You need to rest.
My cell rings then, her name lighting up the screen, so I put my sander down and answer.
“You’re not even here and you’re still bossing me around.” Her voice is full of jest.
“Mmmmm. You’re looking after that baby and that bakery. I’m making sure you’re looking after you too.”
I brush my hand over the smooth timber, the soft curve of my project feeling just right. I’ve never built a crib before. I guess there’s a first time for everything.
