me he was pilot, I should have asked him.”
She gave me a look. “You said he told you that on your first day, which means you’d have been jetlagged, traumatized after having been stood up, and then claimed as the wife of a total stranger who’d just told you he’d be sharing your room. I think you can forgive yourself for not making the immediate assumption that just because he was pilot, he had to work for the same company you do.”
“Yeah, but I should have asked him what kind of pilot he was at least. I think knowing that he used to be Air Force just made me automatically assume that he was still in some way affiliated with a company contracted to the military.”
“It’s not an unreasonable assumption to have made.” She tried to defend my stupidity, but when I lowered my chin and lifted my eyebrows at her, she conceded. “Okay, so it does feel like the kind of thing you’d have eventually thought to ask about, especially considering that you work in aviation yourself, but it wasn’t exactly the easiest week of your life.”
“What, being left on my wedding day and then falling in lust with a hot, alpha asshole on my supposed honeymoon is an excuse for being completely dim?”
She laughed but it wasn’t mocking or judgmental. “Well, if anything’s going to be an excuse for an oversight or a lapse in logical thought, I think that’s a pretty decent one.”
I snorted softly. “Thanks. Strangely, that doesn’t make me feel much better.”
“What brought him to human resources?” she asked, moving her glass out the way when our salads were delivered.
“Oh, that’s the best part of all.” I grinned, and I knew I looked more than a little unhinged in that moment. “He never got approval for the time he took off to go to Fiji. They sent his file up to us for termination.”
“What?” She dropped her silverware with a clatter, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she shot me a wide grin of her own. “What are you going to do? Are you going to get him fired?”
“I don’t know. I thought about it all the way over here. I fucking hate the guy with a passion, but he did try to get ahold of us before he left.”
Her grin grew even bigger and she lifted her hands to rub her palms together as if she was a real-life villain. “Who cares? You have the power now. The only question that remains is what you’re going to do with it.”
Chapter 32
JAXON
Kavan’s blond hair was disheveled instead of in its usual faux-hawk when he opened the door for me. There was paint splattered on his shirt and over his forearms, and several band-aids stuck to his fingers.
I took a step back. “Whoa. What the hell happened to you?”
“Putting together a nursery happened,” he grunted before letting me in. “Thanks for coming to help me assemble the crib. I only have so many hands and I don’t want Shira lifting anything that heavy right now.”
“No problem.” I followed him into their kitchen. “Where is she?”
“Having a mommy massage at the spa. Your mom got it for her actually. She said every woman should have one last spa day to relax before the baby is born.” His blue eyes cut to mine before he opened the fridge to extract two beers, a baffled sheen in them as he gave his head a quick shake. “I don’t get it. What’s so great about a spa?”
I chuckled, accepting the ice-cold bottle he handed over. “Dude, you should go try it. You wouldn’t have to ask once you have. It’s pretty fucking great. I’d never have thought about getting someone a gift like that, but I’m glad Mom did. I’m sure Shira’s loving it.”
“Like you’ve ever been to a spa.” He scoffed and twisted the cap off his beer.
“Look who’s the enlightened one now.” I smirked at the way his features contorted in disbelief. “I went while I was in Fiji.”
“Ahh. That makes more sense.” He drank deeply, draining half of his bottle in one go. After he swallowed, he hopped onto the counter and stared at me with questions in his eyes. “How are you doing with that whole Lindsay and Fiji situation anyway? Feeling any better yet?”
A shout of laughter left me, but I wasn’t in any way amused. “Do you remember when I got that call about how they wanted to fire me because I went?”
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