He was the brains and brawn for his family's beloved company, but he had hundreds of employees at his disposal. If it was work he had to do, he could get someone else to do it. There really was no logical reason that he couldn't see me, in my mind.
"I'll be there as soon as you get out of your meeting tomorrow, Destiny," he said.
"Sure, you will."
"Destiny?"
"Yes," I said, wanting to hang up the phone, take a hot shower, and sink into the comfort of my hotel bed. At least, the bed would be there to hold me tight, all night.
"I'm really sorry," he said with his voice low, as if he were whispering his words directly to my heart. "I hope you understand."
"I understand," I told him. Part of me did understand. I knew he couldn't stop his life just because I popped into town - never mind that I arranged a business meeting almost eight hundred miles away from home two weeks before Christmas, just so I could see him. I was used to men putting work ahead of me. My ex-husband Montie did it for years.
My coming to town is probably nothing special, I thought. Jacob was a powerful executive, with many willing women at his disposal. I thought about how we'd had sex on our first night and felt like a dagger was hanging out of my chest. After taking a deep gulp to swallow the growing lump in my throat, I disconnected the call and threw my cell phone into my purse.