“You could find another sponsor willing to sell their land. Many people would kill for a cut of Dreamland’s profits.”
I shake my head. “Declan insisted it has to be this property. I’m pretty sure Yakura can sense how badly Declan wants it, so that’s why he’s being so difficult about everything. Maybe he wants a bigger payout.”
“Either that or he likes being one of the few people who can make Declan sweat.”
I laugh. “Possibly. Doesn’t make the rejection any easier to handle though.”
“Don’t take it personally. Your ideas are great, so it’s only a matter of time before he gives in.”
“Easier said than done.” My imposter syndrome always rears its ugly head whenever we receive another rejection email from Yakura.
As if Cal senses my shift in mood, he perks up. “Want me to help?”
“No, we don’t.” Declan’s voice cuts in. He leans against his doorframe with his arms crossed and his jaw clenched.
Cal tips his chin in Declan’s direction. “Hello, brother. How are you this afternoon? Make anyone cry yet?”
“No, but it’s only noon.”
Cal turns his attention back to me. “I don’t know why you agreed to marry him. He’s insufferable.”
I shrug. “His personality has grown on me.”
“I swear you’re suffering from some kind of workplace Stockholm syndrome. There’s no other explanation.”
Declan drags Cal out of the chair across from my desk. “Get lost. Some of us actually have work to do around here.”
“Being the Kane family disappointment is a full-time job, thank you very much. Benefits are shit though.”
My laugh makes Cal smile.
“I swear you were only put on this earth to make my life miserable.” Declan jabs the elevator button.
Cal fake sniffles. “I finally found my life’s purpose all thanks to you.”
Declan all but shoves Cal into the elevator once the doors open.
“Bye, Iris! See you at the cake tasting tonight.” Cal waves at me while flipping Declan off. Declan doesn’t move away from the elevator bank until the doors slide shut.
He turns on his heels and glares at me. “What is he talking about?”
I turn my attention to my computer screen to escape his darkening gaze. “I asked Cal to go with me to taste wedding cakes.”
“You didn’t think to ask me?”
My brows raise. “Umm…no. You didn’t seem interested when I mentioned it earlier.”
“I didn’t think you would invite my brother.”
Oh my God. Is he jealous?
No. That’s not right. Itcan’tbe right. In fact, it feels as wrong as the hint of excitement I get at the idea of Declan reacting that way about his brother.
What is going on with you?
I clear my throat. “He invited himself when I told him I was going alone after work.”
Declan’s chest heaves as he lets out a heavy breath. “Tell Cal he’s not needed anymore.”