Reckless (Mason Family #3) - Adriana Locke Page 0,72

what. I’ll go grab a sandwich and kill some time, then be back around six.” He rummages around his folder and pulls out a brochure. He hands it to me. “Give this to him in case he wants to take a look at it before I get back. Or you can look at if you’re the partner that he wanted to look at it too.”

A ball of lead coalesces in my stomach.

I take the pamphlet from Danny.

Savannah’s Premiere Apartment Rentals is printed in bold red font along the top of the front page.

I just want to go over a plan I have and see what you think.

My knees wobble, my legs turn to jelly, as everything snaps together in one big, sad puzzle.

This doesn’t mean anything. It could be a coincidence.

Danny is speaking, but I can’t focus. All I can do is hear my own words in my head and the sound of blood racing through my body.

You’re fine. The shoe dropped. Now you can go on.

This is a good thing. It’s a hurdle, and now you can jump it and leave it behind.

“Does that work for you?” Danny asks, probably for the second or third time.

“Um, let me ask you something,” I say, forcing a swallow. “Boone was going to show these to me and see what I thought. They look great. Do you have anything available now?”

I fight back tears and hope that he doesn’t hear the way my voice threatens to break.

“Anything available?” he asks, lifting a brow. “As in, a unit? To rent?”

I nod.

He shifts his weight. “Yes. We have a few units vacant.”

“I’d like one,” I say in a rush. “Boone was looking for me. Do you have a two-bedroom?”

I keep the words short. I focus on the transaction part of the conversation and not the idea of packing up our things.

Of Boone not wanting us here.

But that has to be it. There’s really no other explanation for this. And if I call and ask him and he has to admit his plans—that he needs some space—that will make it awkward.

I’m sure he was going to come home and play it off somehow. He wouldn’t be cruel. But it’s different now that I know. I’d have to play dumb and pretend I didn’t see what was really happening, and I’m not stupid.

I won’t pretend to be.

Danny presses his lips together. “Off the top of my head, I think we have a couple of two bedrooms. One might not be in that building,” he says, pointing at the brochure I’m holding like a live grenade. “But I can call Sheila, my assistant, and ask.”

“No, that’s fine. The building is irrelevant. What’s the price?”

His forehead wrinkles. “Twelve-hundred a month.”

I almost drop the pamphlet.

I can afford that—for a while, at least. The Kapowskis wouldn’t allow me to refund the advance for nannying, saying I’d need it for Rosie. And I have a little money from selling my car.

I have to live somewhere until I can find a job or relocate completely. This will work.

“Can I just do a couple of months? Three, at most.”

He scratches his head. “We don’t do that. But, since you’re a friend of Anjelica’s, I can make an exception.”

Who is Anjelica?

“I’ll take it,” I say quickly. “One of them. I don’t care. Three months.”

“Okay. Um, sounds good. Come down tomorrow and we’ll go over the rental application. The address is on my card that’s tucked inside the brochure.” He motions toward my hand. “You’ll tell Boone I was here?”

I nod. “Thanks for coming by. We appreciate it.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I don’t wait for him to turn around. I don’t say goodbye.

Instead, I bolt inside before the tears stream down my face.

Twenty-Two

Boone

I turn off my car.

I open the door to climb out but stop to reach back into the console to grab my phone.

Jaxi didn’t answer any of my calls on the way here. I know she was okay a couple of hours ago because Mom was here. But why is she not answering now?

An unread text message pops on the screen as I shut the door.

Danny: I got my schedule mixed up. I apologize. However, I dropped off a couple of brochures with Jaxi. She’s going to come by the office tomorrow to sign some papers. Glad I could help you out.

My feet stumble, and I stop walking. A sinking feeling fills my stomach.

Me: She’s signing papers for what?

Danny: An apartment. I thought Anjelica said it was an apartment complex so I came prepared