CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
Asher
“Asher?”
“Yes. Hi,” I say, even though I already know from Caller ID that it’s Hillary.
“Hillary here.”
Dread drops into my stomach. Does she know I haven’t secured the loan yet? That I can’t fulfill my promises? Certainly the town rumor mill has already filled her in. “Hi. How are you?”
“Good. Great. Look, I have a prospective client coming into town in an hour. They’re a huge client of S.I.N. resorts. He’s extremely interested in seeing The Fields because he’s looking for a spot to hold quarterly meetings and the like. Is it possible for you to show him around?”
“Um. Yeah. But I’m not in town—”
“When can you get into town? What time? I only have him here for the day, and he really wants to meet with you and see if it’s a good fit.”
“But not everything’s done yet,” I say, my thoughts scrambled as I glance at the clock. It’s four in the afternoon. Tonight? What the hell?
“That’s okay. I explained that to him and he’s fine with it. Where are you? What time can you get here? Seven p.m.? Eight p.m.? Eight might be best so the lights can be on and the whole mood can be set.”
“Eight.” I make a split-second decision. “Eight is fine. I’ll call George and have him get everything we have set up so it looks perfect when he gets there.”
“Good. Thank you for doing this. I know it’s last minute.”
“No, thank you.”
I’m on an adrenaline high when I hang up. Funny how I’d already packed my bags given the decision I’d made earlier today.
It’s time.
It’s time to go home.