He hadn't been invited. Not that it mattered. Sure, Dalton and Cal and even Brady liked to attend her recitals and plays and stuff. But he'd set himself up as a more distant figure, too busy with work and other things to take the time out for such activities. And of course, Sydney never wanted him there. Not when they'd barely cobbled together a conversation since he'd returned to Harrington.
He shifted his feet, suddenly uncomfortable. "Umm, sorry, Becca, I can't. I'm busy."
An awkward silence descended. Dalton shot him a withering look, but he didn't know what they wanted from him. He wasn't about to go to a ballet for Sydney's daughter. He had no clue how to relate, and it was better he kept his distance.
"Oh. Okay." Her soft words carried a touch of hurt.
Sydney gave her daughter a hug and a blinding smile. "I'll be there in the front row, and you'll be with all your friends. Maybe we can all go out for ice cream together afterward?"
Becca's face brightened. "Cool."
He pushed away the guilt. How did he get to be the bad guy in this? The idea of being trapped in a car with both of them for the ride home touched off a flicker of panic. Becca was known for her chatter, and he wasn't good at conversation with kids. "Hey, Dalton, can you drive them home for me? I have to make a few calls. For business."
"Sure. Come on, ladies. My chariot awaits."
"Bye, Tristan," Becca called out, linking her hand with Syd's as she headed toward the door.
"See you later."
He noticed Sydney didn't look back or offer a good-bye.
chapter seven
Sydney? I need you down here now to talk about this deal. I won't be available tomorrow or Monday, so if we're going to discuss, we need to do it now."
She looked down at her out-of-date Valentine's Day LuLaRoe leggings, faded oversize T-shirt, and furry boots. She'd squeezed in the oil change this morning, bought the tights, and picked up some groceries, and she didn't have much time left before Becca needed to get ready for the recital. Especially since scoring a front seat meant getting there an hour early.
Swallowing past the panic, she kept her voice calm. Anthony Moretti was known for his quality tile, workmanship, and theatrics. She'd been able to reach out to him briefly about the deal, but he liked face-to-face encounters. Her plan to approach him on Monday obviously wasn't going to work, since he refused to wait. "No problem. Can you give me half an hour?"
"See you then."
She clicked off her cell phone and dragged in a breath. Okay, she could do this. Her brain madly rushed through the options as she crammed her hair into a halfhearted bun and hunted for her files. "Becca!" she yelled. "Honey, I need you down here now!"
"What?"
"I have to drop you off at My Place for a little bit while I run out." She frantically pushed away catalogs, school bulletins, and Becca's artwork and found her work folder. Thank God. "We have to go now!"
Her daughter came down with her Nintendo DS and a big frown. "But we have to get ready for my recital!"
"We'll have time. I promise it'll be fine. I'll swing by and pick you up in an hour."
Becca gave a grumble but began tugging on her pink boots. "Okay. Can I get sweet potato fries? And play darts?"
"Yes, anything you want." She grabbed Becca's jacket and her own, then hurried into the car. She dialed Raven's number on her Bluetooth, praying it wouldn't be a problem. Raven adored Becca, as did the restaurant staff, and was always happy to babysit when Sydney was in trouble. Raven's voice came over the line. "Raven? It's Sydney. Can I drop Becca off for a little while? A work thing came up."
"Sure, I'll get a platter of the fries she loves ready. Can't wait."
"Thank you. See you in five."
She hurried to My Place, dropped her daughter off, and drove like a bat out of hell to the granite place. Slipping into work mode, she allowed herself a few seconds of quiet meditation, then walked inside.
In her hot-pink heart leggings.
Anthony greeted her with warmth, shooting her a puzzled look at her wardrobe, but at least he kept quiet. The older man had a clean-shaven head, ruddy cheeks, and a nice belly that screamed of his love for pasta and beer. His networking ability was legendary in Harrington. Thank goodness he displayed pure loyalty to Pierce Brothers.
His only problem was working with "city slickers" who were going to beat him, rob him, and leave him in the gutter to die.
"I can't go another five percent, Syd," he said with a worried expression. "It's not worth it."
She'd prepped for this battle and was ready. "Anthony, I fought him on this, but it's the only way to compete with the warehouse. You have to look at the bigger picture for Harrington. For the first time, we'll be showcasing local suppliers for the bigger jobs. We nail this, and you can pick and choose from projects you've never been able to bid on before."