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Grayson tapped two fingers on my desk to get my attention.
I shot him a warning glare.
“I might have a solution.” Grayson angled closer to my phone, not caring that I wanted him to keep his mouth shut.
Whatever he was about to say better be damn good. Aiden had no patience with Grayson and refused to work with him after the community meeting that shot our deal to hell.
“Grayson,” Aiden acknowledged in a clipped voice.
“Wolfe Construction has a lead on a vacant building in downtown Providence. The city is ready to let it go, and for a decent price. It’s bigger than the previous building.” Grayson paused.
“I’m listening,” Aiden responded.
Grayson grinned at me.
I placed my palms on my desk, hoping this would work.
“Structurally it’s sound, but will need improvements to bring it up to code.”
Aiden sighed. “How long are we talking?”
“Seven to eight months, ideally. No more than nine. Similar to our previous timeline.” I hoped Grayson was right and had padded time into his estimation. Aiden’s company would not be happy with delays.
Silence stretched out on the other end of the phone.
“Send me the building specs, and I’ll let you know our decision.” He ended the call.
“Fuck yeah,” Grayson leapt up and raised his hand for a high-five. Quickly lowering it when I didn’t respond.
“You could have screwed things up big time, Gray.”
He sighed and sat back down. “It’s my fault we’re in this mess. I should’ve realized I had doubts before we even signed with Aiden’s company. I want to help fix this, Beck. I need to.”
I nodded and sat in my seat. Steepling my fingers, I looked at Grayson. “Give me the details. Let’s work out what we know before we hear back from Aiden.”
Grayson pulled out his phone, tapped the screen several times, and gestured to my computer. “I’ve sent the paperwork I got from Dad.”
I opened the email and the file. “These were from two days ago.”
“I wanted to make sure it was a viable option before I said anything.” He wanted to make sure he didn’t get my hopes up was what he meant.
I scanned the information, my smile stretching further across my face the deeper I got into the document.
“It’s good, right?” Grayson asked, a smug tone lacing his words. He crossed his leg, his ankle resting on his knee. Something shifted in my chest when he leaned back in the chair and gave me a satisfied grin.
For the first time in almost two weeks, I was beginning to believe we’d be all right.
“It is. Let’s get your dad on the phone to go through the info.” I checked my watch. “I’ve got another two hours before I have to leave.”
Grayson raised an eyebrow. “Hot date?”
I snorted. “Dinner date with Zo. She asked to go to Hemmings, the seafood restaurant a few blocks from here.”
“Isn’t she eight? How did she even hear about it?”
I shrugged. “She was pretty sassy when she told me she googled places for us to go. And was insistent that we get there at 6:00 p.m.”
“Oh boy, she's going to have her dates running in circles.”