Hayden read and reread the text.
Hayden I’m so sorry. Member of the board of my family’s business died very suddenly. Big mess. Emergency trip to Dubai. Sounds better than it is. With time zones I haven’t been able to call. Dinner Sunday? Pick you up at 7?
Without thinking it through, Hayden messaged back, Yes. Looking forward to seeing you.
“Oh shit, Steffie, I said yes to dinner.”
Steffie turned and looked at him, eyes narrowed. “Wasn’t that what you wanted?”
“He can’t pick me up. I have to—”
“Yes, you do, but face-to-face. Hayden, trust me. He’s into you, and you haven’t done anything horrible. Simply make up an excuse to meet. Or better yet Rick can drive you. You’re a hip, young guy. Tell him you take one of those services. And you know Rick will love doing that.”
For the next few days, Hayden ran scenario after scenario in his head, planning how telling Neal the truth about who he was would go.6