She growled. “Donovan has more money than God. Kim should be the one to deal with this. She’s the one in breach of contract. I know, because I wrote it.”
“It’s not worth it. She’ll tie me up with lawyers and bullshit forever. I just want the piece.”
“Donovan won’t give it up, I’m telling you.”
“He’s a smart businessman.”
She sighed. “You’d think so. But he also is as stubborn as you are. You should have just done the commission piece for him—”
“Just get the piece, Maeve. I gotta go.”
I hung up before she could argue with me. God save me from stubborn women. And now I had to go deal with another one. I just hoped my sister would be easier to deal with.
SEVEN
I drove into our small parking garage located at the back of the building. It was definitely a perk of living in The Heights. This section of Kensington Square was up and coming and parking was at a premium. I found my numbered spot and backed in. It was easier getting out in the morning that way. Even if it made me nervous every time I did it.
Better than a fender bender in the morning. I already had enough car drama in my life.
My heart sank as I spotted Amberly walking toward the door to our building. I had to face her eventually. I grabbed my bag and jogged to meet her. “Amberly!”
She turned, her eyes puffy. Oh, God. Was the damage even worse than I thought?
“Hey.”
“Is everything okay?”
She sniffled. “Not really.”
“Look, I’ll definitely be buying you a kickass bedding set to make up for the one I ruined. Any color you want. We can go shopping this weekend.”
Her green eyes filled. “I won’t be needing it.” She rushed forward and threw herself into my arms.
Shocked, I patted her back. My arms throbbed with the contact. We were friendly, but we weren’t exactly cry on each other’s shoulders close. And definitely not hugging close. “What happened?”
“I’m sorry. I can’t stop crying.” She glanced down at my arms and gasped, stepping back. “Oh my gosh, what happened?” She dabbed her eyes with the back of her hand. The damage was definitely already done makeup-wise. Though I was pretty sure her raccoon eyes had started before she got to me.
“Had a little on-site accident with one of my properties. Long story.”
She laughed a little. “You aren’t having any luck with property damage.”
“Don’t remind me. I was just going to see Deb, actually.”
Amberly sniffled. “Davis is working on my bedroom and kitchen. The water just got everywhere.”
I sighed. “Great.”
“What happened?” She glanced at my arms, then she winced. “I mean, in your apartment.”
I wasn’t sure how much to fess up to, but in for a penny at this point. “I have a cat.”
“Ohhh.” She rubbed her nose and a little smile filtered through. “I bet its cute.”
I pulled out my phone and flashed my lock screen with Gizmo at his ultimate tuxedo cuteness.
“Aww.”
“Yeah.” I looked down at his fluffy sweet face, then I dropped my phone back into my purse. “Unfortunately, he’s addicted to running water. No matter what I do to try and cat-proof the handles of the faucets, he finds a way.”
“That’s not good.” She sniffed again and swallowed back a sob. “I have noticed our sinks have been slower to drain. I just thought it was me.”
“Right? Maybe it’s a bigger problem. Davis will be thrilled.”
She laughed. “How could you tell if he was anything other than pissy? He’s always grumpy.”
“We keep him hopping, I guess.” I rubbed her arm lightly. “But I don’t think these tears are for some ruined sheets.”
Her eyes filled again. “No. I thought Bobby was going to propose last night. He kept telling me he had a surprise for me for our anniversary. We’ve been together for four years. What else was I supposed to expect?”
Four years and they didn’t even live together? That seemed a little strange to me. Then again, I’d just vandalized a truck after a shitty two weeks of dating. Who was I to judge anything at this point?
“I’d say you were at the next step stage.”
“Beyond.” She tipped back her head. “I’m tired of crying. I’ve been crying since last night and all day today. I can’t seem to stop.”
“Because he didn’t ask you to marry him?”
