Annoyance sang through Brad when he got Celeste’s text. No, he hadn’t hurried right back to the construction site and messaged her immediately. But surely someone like her was attached to her phone at the hip, and she couldn’t answer him for hours?
He’d even stopped by her office in an attempt to get an answer.
“Stupid,” he muttered to himself. He’d probably come off looking like a fool, desperate for the Queen Bee to pay attention to him.
Still, at six-forty-five, he found himself swiping the keys to his convertible from the hook beside the garage exit and heading to the address she’d finally given him.
The house he pulled up to looked…quaint. That was how his mother would’ve described it. Cute, and quaint, and the perfect place to waste an afternoon on the beach. Or whole days. The f
