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“I don’t know. We had sex yesterday at my apartment, and Zoey walked in.”
“Ha.” She laughed and clapped her hands. “I wish I had been there to see her reaction.”
“You know Zoey. She pretty much accepted it after spouting off a few words to Wes.”
“I bet she did.”
“I’m just surprised he didn’t text me back yet. I sent the text a few hours ago.”
“He’s a busy corporate man who runs a multi-billion-dollar company, sweetie. I’m sure he’s super busy. Besides, Finn told me that he and Wes would be in back-to-back meetings all day. I’m sure he’ll text you the second he gets a chance.”
“You’re right.” I smiled. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“You’re in love, and you’re already thinking the worst.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. Relax. Weston Castile has major feelings for you.”
“Did Finn tell you that?”
“No. I have eyes. I can see for myself.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Weston
I stared at her text and set my phone down, just as Finn walked into my office.
“Our next meeting is in thirty minutes,” he said, sitting down in the chair across from my desk.
“I know. I’m fully prepared to make Johnson & Sons a deal they can’t refuse. We haven’t had a chance to talk yet. How was your weekend?”
“It was amazing. I was going to call you last night after I left Greta’s, but I ended up staying. She’s the one, Wes.”
“Whoa,” I put up my hand, “slow down there, Finn.”
“Nah. I’ve only known her for over forty-eight hours, and I already know. I’m going to marry that woman one day.” He grinned.
“Who the fuck are you?” My brows furrowed.
“Not you.” He pointed at me. “That’s for sure. But seriously, I really like her. She’s fun, funny, calls me out on my bullshit, and our sexual chemistry is off the charts.”
“You got all that in forty-eight hours?” I rolled my eyes.
“I did. Now, what’s going on with you and Sam? Gretatold me that Sam really likes you, and since you’ve started seeing each other, she’s never seen her happier.”
I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. I picked up a pen from my desk and twirled it between my fingers as I leaned back in my chair.
“I’m not going to see her anymore.”
“What? Why?”
“It’s getting too serious.” I stared at him.
He set his cup of coffee on my desk slowly. Almost as if he was resisting the urge to throw it at me.
“Tell me you’re joking, Wes.”
