Chapter Eight
On Friday afternoon, Jason threw the phone onto the passenger seat, annoyed that, once again, Brandon wasn’t answering. While what he’d told Naomi on Monday was one hundred percent true, it didn’t mean he wasn’t getting more and more pissed that the i***t was avoiding him.
He was highly doubtful Brandon would show up at the end of next week, so he needed to rework the schedule. Sighing, he picked the phone back up and got out of his truck.
He saw that Naomi’s CRV was at the triplex, and took an extra minute to breathe. He did not want his irritation to come out when he was with her. They’d made good progress when she’d come to pick the new tiles, and he didn’t want to backtrack.
Poking his head into the front unit, he didn’t hear anything, so he went around the side to th
