Hawk (The Boys of Summer 4) - Page 21
“Perfect. You won’t need me though, will you?”
The two men look at each other. One shrugs, while the other says, “No, there’s no need for you to be out here.”
“Let’s head back to town.”
The guys head in the direction that we need to go, and while I should follow them, I glance behind me, wondering where this “not really a cowboy” disappeared too, and secretly hoping he’d come back.
The entire trek back to my car I’m thinking about his sister, Elizabeth. We were acquaintances in high school and hung out with the same crowd, but I rarely see her around town anymore. In fact, I can’t recall the last time I saw her, which is odd. Richfield isn’t big enough to go missing.
I drive the survey crew back to their office. They tell me they’ll have the flags laid out by tomorrow and that if they need anything, they’ll call. When I get back to the office, I tell Owen that this trip was completely useless and that the land is much bigger than he led me to believe. Except it wasn’t all that useless because I met Hawk Sinclair, who could be a potential buyer.
“It was for your own good,” he tells me. “Brett Larsen told me he was coming in this morning and I didn’t want you to walk in and see him.”
“What did he want?” I swear every time I hear this man’s name, my blood boils.
“To reiterate his stance on your employment.”
“And what did you tell him?” I’m trying to be strong, but my resolve is wavering. I wish I had recorded our conversation at dinner because it would give me some ammunition to go after him. What he’s doing now is harassing me, not that any of the old boys club in town would believe me.
Owen clears his throat and I know this is it. He’s going to fire me. “I told Larsen that he needs to mind his own business, that who I employ is none of his concern and that he’s more than welcome to take his real estate business elsewhere. He stormed out of here and I promptly sent an email to my listserv, warning all my colleagues about him.”
My eyes go wide as he tells me this. “You didn’t.” Even though I know he did because he looks rather proud of himself.
“I did. Larsen was nothing more than a bully when we were in high school and he still is. People need to put that jackass in his place.”
“Well, easier said than done, that’s for sure.”
Owen gives me a reassuring smile. “You work hard, Bellamy. I’d be a fool to let you go.” He returns to his office, which I’m thankful for, because I don’t need him to see the giddiness I feel after his compliment.
I’m not seated at my desk for more than a few minutes when Karter plops herself down in front of it. “That hurt.”
“The chairs aren’t that padded. What’s up?”
“How was your hike?”
“Stupid, until it wasn’t. Do you know Hawk Sinclair?”
Her eyebrows shoot up and her mouth drops open. “Hawk Sinclair? Are you seriously asking me this question?”
“Yeah, why? What am I missing?”
Karter, being ever so dramatic, fans herself. “Only the hottest guy to ever come out of Richfield.”
“Yes, I found him very good looking when I met him, but clearly there’s more to this story.”
She laughs. “Do you ever sit down with Chase and watch baseball?”
I shake my head. “Honestly, no. I find it boring.”
“Girl turn on your TV. Well, don’t do it right now because Hawk isn’t playing. From what I heard from Phoebe, who had lunch with his sister, Avery, Hawk is back in town because he had surgery.”
“Okay . . .” I let the word drag out while I try to comprehend what the heck she’s trying to say to me.
Karter
rolls her eyes. “Hawk Sinclair is one of the starting pitchers for the Boston Renegades.”
Still nothing.
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