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Drumming his fingers on his leg in impatience, Dylan wished the guy across from him would just sign the final documents and leave. Instead, Steven Macy, the CEO of the hotel chain that Sherbrooke Enterprises was swallowing up, kept talking to him and the attorneys present as if they were long-lost buddies.
I don’t have time for this. I’ve got more important things to do. His fingers stilled. Work was always his first priority and had been since he graduated college. Yet right now, he couldn’t care less about it. The only thing that mattered was getting to Callie and convincing her to give him another chance. He had everything planned. Dylan just hoped it worked.
“Bill, is everything in order?” he asked one of Sherbrooke Enterprises’ attorneys, not caring that he’d interrupted Steven Macy in mid-sentence.
Bill gave him a look as if to say thank you for shutting him up. “It’s a done deal. We are all set.”
Coming to his feet, Dylan announced, “Then we’re done here, gentlemen.” Normally, he had more finesse. He’d casually bring the conservation to an end so Steven Macy didn’t feel as if he was being tossed out of the office. Today, he just didn’t care. Right now, the only thing he cared about was getting out of the city and to Cliff House.
Dylan used the short plane ride to Rhode Island to clear up any other business that might interfere with his weekend. He didn’t want any distractions from the outside world. As arranged, a car was waiting for him at the airport in Newport.
“Where to tonight, sir?” the driver asked, getting behind the wheel of the Town Car.
“Straight to Cliff House.” Dylan pulled out his cell phone and pulled up Jake’s number. He’d arrived in Newport the previous evening at Dylan’s request. Though he hated to admit it, Dylan needed his brother’s help to carry off his plan tonight.
Jake had several responsibilities. First he had to keep Callie busy so she wouldn’t see things being set up in the Tea House or see Dylan arrive, and, most importantly, it was up to Jake to make sure she showed up at the Tea House that evening.
“Everything ready?” Dylan asked once his brother answered the phone.
“Just waiting for you. I checked and everything is just the way you wanted it. Callie and I have been gone all day, so she has no idea anything is up.”
“Thanks.” Dylan hoped his brother knew he was thanking him for more than just his help today.
“Don’t mention it. Good luck.”
I’m going to need it. Dylan returned the cell phone to his pocket.
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