Isha
“Where are they?” I asked Dawson as we sat in the waiting room.
“They’re on their way, baby. We had a last-minute client hire us. They wanted me and the boys, but they convinced him to use one of our teams from the Vegas branch. Stafford and Cruz will take him on as a client. But it took some convincing. They’ll be here soon.”
We had been called back, but we told them we were waiting for the others to please call someone else back. The guys were thirty minutes late. I left my phone in the car. Dawson was texting back and forth with Davis.
I saw that he typed that I was getting anxious.
“I’m not getting anxious,” I snapped. I was so getting anxious.
“Sorry baby,” he said, and typed hurry the f*ck up.
“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you,” I mumbled, crossing my a
