Accidental Tryst (Charleston #1)(83)



"Huh. Okay. And what day of the week is it?"

"I have no idea." He chuckles. "Every day here is the same as the last, isn't it?"





email to trystan





To: tmontgomery

From: edubois

Subject: Thank you



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Dear Trystan, This morning I found out David got a bed at Magnolia Meadows. I asked the administrator if you had something to do with it. She's either a fabulous actress or you really didn't pull any strings. My heart tells me you did though. So thank you. Again.

Warm regards,



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Emmy



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P.S. Just a reminder that all the women who texted you while I had your phone are due to show up at your place on Thursday at nine p.m. Sorry about that. But honestly, it was getting a little nauseating.





email to emmy





To: edubois

From: tmontgomery

Subject: Re: Thank you



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Emmy ~

You probably won't get this because you won't be able to find it amongst all the junk in your inbox but stop thanking me.

I didn't do it for you. I did it for David. He lives with enough regrets, and at this point in his life he can't change anything. I was in a position to help with that. So I did.

Regards,

Trystan Montgomery



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P.S. Thank you for the reminder. I've informed my doorman. I'm sorry my active dating life nauseated you. Luckily you no longer have to deal with it.





email to trystan





To: tmontgomery

From: edubois

Subject: A life of regrets



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Dear Trystan Montgomery,

I heard you visited David. Thank you for taking the day to spend some time with an old man. You made him happy.

Good luck with the sale of your business. You must be so proud of what you built. In spite of your grandfather not reaching out to you, it's clear from his actions he had the utmost respect for you. And he wanted you back with your family. Where you belong. Your family is lucky to have you. And so are all the people who benefit from the business you inherited. They have a hero at the helm.

Regards,

Emmaline Dubois



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P.S. You weren't dating. You were hooking up. I hope you start dating instead of hooking up because you deserve so much.





email to emmy





To: edubois

From: tmontgomery

Subject: Re: A life of regrets



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Dear Emmaline Dubois,

If we are going to talk about value in the workplace, you can do better than having a boss who doesn't appreciate you.

The sale of my business went well yesterday. I sold it to a man (Mac) for whom I have the utmost respect. Over the years he's become friend and mentor.

I'm not sure I “belong” with my family, but it's nice to start getting to know them from a distance again.



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Trystan L. Montgomery



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P.S. What do I deserve? Who do I deserve? Because you made clear it wasn't you.





email to trystan





To: tmontgomery

From: edubois

Subject: Worth



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Trystan L. Montgomery, Then you'll be pleased to know I put my foot down at work and got a promotion, a pay raise, and more days off.

Mac sounds like a good person to know and a good judge of character if he counts you amongst his friends.

Of course you belong with your family. And I'm glad you are getting to know them again. You should move to Charleston.



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Emmy



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P.S. Please understand, I didn't reject you. I rejected being hurt again. Does that make sense?





email to emmy





To: tmontgomery

From: edubois

Subject: Re: Worth



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Nothing makes sense.



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Trystan





39





Trystan





The streets of New York are bleak and gray. Even the heart and beating soul of the city—its people—are fraying my nerves today. The pedestrians are too thoughtless, the cab drivers too loud.

My apartment echoes as I enter the front door, holding the bag of my belongings I picked up from the hotel. Now that I've sold my company, I can no longer include The Chelsea Grand amongst my portfolio. I went by today and closed my account permanently.

My shoes clack along the hardwood floor, and I enter the bedroom and lay my suitcase on the bed. I open it up and pick up the hangers, unfurling my suits. I shake, smooth them out, and then hang them in my closet. Turning back to the bed, I reach for the stack of boxers and pause.

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