I pushed away my disappointment. What was I expecting, Cal to send me nudes? That ship had sailed thanks to f*****g Franco. I wanted to resurrect him just so I could kill him again.
Tate returned his attention to me. “Where were we?”
“I was telling you your proposal sucked, and you were throwing a fit,” I said matter-of-factly, happy to be anchored back to the present. “I’m reconsidering it.”
I am? Why the f**k? I needed that check. Opening a new restaurant, building a house for my family, and buying a luxury apartment didn’t come cheap.
The plane began takeoff, rolling on the tarmac, gaining momentum. Tate tossed his whiskey back in one gulp.
“Am I in a bidding war?” He slammed the empty decanter on the table between us.
“No,” I said honestly. “I’m just trying to do the right thing
