“Excuse me,” Aden said. He stepped away from Jill and Sandy to read his daily list from Jacob.
Here’s your list:
Oh, and the sites? They’re ready to start again tomorrow morning so don’t have too much fun tonight. You’ll need to cover for me tomorrow.
Aden curled his lip. Even in the hospital, Jacob Marlowe managed to disrupt Aden’s drinking plans.
The next email was from Blane, their assistant, with confirmation from every site manager that the sites would start up tomorrow morning at 5 a.m.
The last email from Jacob said, “Get the ring box back from Jill.”
Shaking his head, Aden wandered to Sandy and Jill. Jill was holding the box out to Sandy.
“May I have that?” Aden asked.
“But … but …”
Aden opened the ring box to show Jill that it was empty. He raised an eyebrow and laughed at her shocked face.
“You play with the Marlowe, you’ve got to expect a little intrigue.”
“But he asked me and … I …”
“Did you say yes?” Aden asked.
“When you’re ready to say yes, there will be a ring in this box. At least I hope so.”
Aden made an “It’s my ass if it’s not” face. Jill and Sandy laughed. He bowed slightly in his best butler imitation.
“Mr. Jacob has asked me to take you ladies shopping. He would like me to invite you to a fete at the Castle hosted by Miss Valerie in a week’s time.”
“What?” Sandy asked.
“Val’s having a party with all her Hollywood friends. She wants to celebrate Jake’s survival and introduce Mike to her friends. Jake wanted to invite Jill as his date. He thought Jill would feel more comfortable if her friends were there.”
“Oh … We would mix with Hollywood people … But …” Jill bit the inside of her lip.
“Good thing you’re taking us shopping,” Sandy said. “You buying?”
“Mr. Jacob,” Aden said.
“Great. Jill? Will you call Tanesha and Heather?”
While Jill dialed her cell phone, Sandy looked at Aden.
“How old are you?”
“Is that a problem?”
Sandy shook her head. “I’m really sorry. I should have asked, but …”
“I understand,” Aden said.
“Do you still want to …?”
“I have to coach soccer at five but I’m otherwise free today. You?”
“I work from two to eight, but …”
“Perfect,” Aden said. “What if we shop this morning and I’ll take you to dinner tonight?”
Sandy blushed, smiled, and nodded.
The retelling of Denver Cereal, Volume 1, continues tomorrow…
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