“Nic?”
I sit up, rub away moisture from my eyes, and see Natalie in the doorway, Finn just behind her.
“Good, you’re back. I’m going to need some help sorting the Baker files. I promised to get the final version of the contract to them by close of business today.”
“Of course,” she says quietly. Finn starts to say something, but she shakes her head at him. He stops. Then she waits.
It’s an effective trick, one I’ve used myself. Maybe she learned it from me.
“What is it?” I ask, dropping my pen on the desk and sitting up, all business.
What a fucking joke.
“Was it that bad?” she asks, her face soft with pity.
“It’s fine.”
“It was that bad,” says Finn.
“I got here just as he left,” says Natalie. They let themselves into the office; so much for getting right back to work. I really ought to be more concerned about that, especially considering Dad’s got a point. When this gets out, I’ll never get another client.
I’ve got some savings built up, but what the fuck am I going to do with myself when this all goes to hell? I’ve spent my entire adult life on the law.
“What did he say to you?” I ask Finn, curious despite my one-minute-old resolution to keep the office business only.
Finn shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter.”
My eyes narrow.
“Sorry, boss,” he says, the hint of a grin on his lips. “You won’t win this one.”
“I’m sorry I got you into this.”
“It’s not your fault, Nic.”
“What happened, anyway?” asks Natalie.
The memory of just what my dad walked in on makes my neck warm.
Finn flushes. “Uh—” He doesn’t get any farther.
“You’re no help,” I say, glaring at him. “We were on the couch.”
Both of them glance at the offending furniture. I’m going to have to burn the damn thing now. Except I can’t.
Natalie’s lips begin to curl up. “On the couch doing what?”
“Dry humping like teenagers, hoping you’d come back and catch us in the act.” Finn’s delivery is matter-of-fact, finding his words at last.
Natalie bursts out laughing.
“Your comedic skills are wasted on gig work,” I say blandly. He shrugs, smirking. I want to kiss that smirk off his face, to drag them both back to the couch and finish what we started.
No more of that. Enough.
“I have to get back to work,” I say. It sounds like I mean it this time.
Their humor dies off. Natalie nods. Finn’s jaw tightens, but he follows her out of the room.