Chapter 4
Peyton
I WALKED INTO the other room and called John. When he didn’t answer, I left him a message.
“What did he have to say?” Dom asked when I returned.
I knew he wouldn’t be happy. “John didn’t answer, but I left him a message.”
Dom looked disappointed. “Screw it. I’m going to head over there myself and take a look around outside. Hopefully he’ll call you and meet me there.”
Knowing John, he wasn’t about to show any more houses on a Friday night, unless there was some serious commission involved.
“I’m sure he has your number, too,” I replied, as we made our way through the house toward the front door.
“I should get something to eat first,” he said, running a hand over his face. “I’ve been running around all day and starving. What about you? Are you hungry? I’ll buy you di
