NATHAN
Frustration simmered inside me as I scowled at the reports spread across my desk.
This wasn’t what I had planned—far from it. Somehow, Scott had managed to spin the perfect lie to Mr. Fernandez, and now, the land I had my sights on belonged to him.
Groaning, I dropped the papers and ran a hand over my face, trying to figure out a way to fix this mess.
I hated losing, and I needed to turn this around—fast.
Maybe that’s why I hadn’t been home much these past few days.
Work had consumed me, and even though I tried to make it up to Adele, it wasn’t enough.
She had already suffered enough because of me—especially after that disastrous date.
When I told Adele I was taking her out, I had meant for it to be a quiet way of thanking her—without actually calling it a date.
