Noah's POV
Three Days Later...
It's been three f*****g days of useless meetings and constant work. I know it had to be done. But I've checked my phone what felt like a million times. But Blake never texted me or called me. Not once. My mate doesn't want anything to do with me.
Well, it's been more like five days. We left Sunday afternoon and it's Thursday afternoon and we are just getting back. I just hope that my being back won't scare Blake off more. I want to mate I had Sunday morning. Not the one I created Sunday afternoon. But I know I'm a long way from that. But I'm going to fix it. I'm going to find a way to fix it.
"It's going to be ok, man." Dylan pats my shoulder as we step into the elevator.
"Did Carla text you?" I ask.
"About anything spec
