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“Don’t you think I know that! I’ve been busting my ass on this.”

“We cannot lose that account. Do you understand me? So, you better work harder!” he shouted. “There will be severe consequences for you if we lose it. You promised me it could be done. You promised.”

“I know, Dad.”

“We’re talking multi-millions of dollars. Figure it out, Lucas.” Click.

I threw my phone across the island and saw Jenna standing there when I looked up.

“What was that about?” she asked.

“Nothing. Why are you in here?” I asked with irritation.

“Russell is sending up the delivery guy who’s bringing my scooter.”

“You ordered a scooter?”

“Yeah. I figured it would be easier, and I can’t stand these crutches.”

The elevator dinged, and when I walked over to it, a man stepped out and set the scooter down on the floor.

“This is for Jenna Larson,” he said.

“That’s me.” She smiled as she hobbled into the foyer. “Do you have any cash for a tip?” she whispered in my ear.

Sighing, I reached into my pocket, pulled out a twenty-dollar bill, and handed it to him.

“Thanks for bringing this over.”

“Not a problem, man. Thank you.”

“Look how cute it is,” she said, handing me her crutches. “I got the one with the basket so I can put things in it that I can’t hold and scoot at the same time.”

“That was a good idea.” I smiled as she zoomed off across the floor. “That thing better not scratch up my floors.”

“It won’t. By the way, can I place a grocery order for delivery? You have no food in this place, and I want to cook dinner tonight as a thank you for letting me stay here.”

“You don’t have to do that, Jenna, but go ahead and get whatever you want. I’ll go get my credit card, then I need to get back to work.”

Chapter Nine

Jenna

As I sat on the couch with my laptop and did some grocery shopping, I couldn’t stop thinking about Lucas's conversation with his father. He was under tremendous stress, and I wondered what the hell was going on and what the problem was with the project he was working on.

After the groceries were delivered and put away, I started dinner—roasted chicken with twice-baked potatoes and roasted vegetables. Lucas had been locked up in his office all day, and I hadn’t seen him since I walked in on the phone conversation between him and his dad a few hours ago. Just as I put everything in the oven, my phone chimed with a text message from Bri. I hadn’t spoken to her in a couple of weeks, even though she wouldn’t stop blowing up my phone.

“I went to your apartment to talk to you since you’ve been ignoring my calls and messages, only to find out you don’t live there anymore. I can’t believe you stopped talking to me because I wouldn’t come over that night. Everything doesn’t revolve around you, Jenna. Carson told me to forget about you,and that’s what I’m going to do. Thanks for being such a shitty friend.”

I stared at her message in disbelief as anger washed over me. It took everything I had not to throw my phone across the kitchen. So, instead, I took a plastic spatula from the utensil holder by the stove and threw it, hitting Lucas as he stepped into the kitchen.

“Whoa. What the hell?”

“Sorry. I didn’t expect you to walk in.”

“Is something wrong, or do you just throw spatulas for the hell of it?”

“It’s nothing.” I gripped the edge of the marble island.