Chapter 11
Indigo
Jacob had arranged to have clothes sent to the plane once we landed and insisted I wear a bright yellow skirt with flowers that went mid-thigh and a matching white shirt with more flowers.
I’d have never chosen it, but I quickly changed as memories of being in a golf club surfaced.
My black clothes hadn’t fit in there, even in Pittsburgh.
As we approached the club, he kissed my cheek and headed onto the green.
Now I needed to schmooze and figure out the situation in golf course club house. I was here to do a job, not because I was half in love with Jacob.
And I’d never admit that out loud, ever.
We’d never actually work. His words on the plane, the way he held me, was just wishful thinking that more might exist between us than the reality.
Jacob had said the olde
