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“Can’t. Monthly meeting with J.T. and both our assistants to review changes and new additions to next quarter’s calendar.”
“Which I go to in person at the office and have takeout delivered for us,” Puppet Boy proudly proclaims. “Aivy will probably always be a basic redshirt in business, but her taste ability to find the newest and tastiest restaurants is definitely that of gold.”
An impressed expression precedes me slowly nodding. “Damn.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Wes huffs his confusion. “And why do I feel like you’re speaking a secret language?”
“That would be Klingon…” my snarky smile is flashed at him, “and you’re invited to our study sessions if you think you can keep up.”
He shoots his best friend an amused yet horrified glare. “You’re studying fucking Klingon?!”
“Could you just…focus on finding a time to do more than fuck your girlfriend?!”
Mom snickers and takes the booklet, skipping Wes’s turn entirely. “I agree with J.T.”
Another exasperated sigh escaping occurs at the same time he finds my stare again. “Monday?”
“Or…” A single digit is raised in the air. “We could do next Tuesday, like an anniversary celebration.”
Seeing his mismatched gaze light up causes butterflies to flutter around in my stomach. “I love having an anniversary with you.”
And against all top of the food chain instincts, I love him.
Not gonna say it though.
That’s just bait, I’m not even going to sniff.
I bashfully tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “Does that work for you?”
“I’ll make it work,” is swiftly followed by his mouth crashing against mine.
Unfortunately, no more than a single stroke is delivered due to the older woman in the room warmly cooing, “Well, would you look at that. The most stubborn people I know can compromise.”
Snickers send us our separate ways, yet the opportunity to jab back is robbed courtesy of an unexpected knock at the door. It’s then opened just enough for a face to appear between it and the frame. “How’s my patient feeling?”
“Content,” Mom sweetly announces.
“Good.” Hamilton offers her a polite grin before asking, “Do you mind if I come in? I have some important matters to discuss with…well…all of you.”
She waves him inside, and the second he shuts the door behind him, he leans against it. “Let me start by saying, this is a difficult topic to broach; however, it is my duty as a medical professional and more importantly, as a trusted member of the Wilcox estate to inform you of my findings.”
Angling myself his direction is instantly done. “Which are?”
“It’s poison.”
“I knew it!” leaves me while grumbles of disagreement dart out of Wes.
“We can’t be back to this again.”
“We are.”
“You have to be mistaken,” my boyfriend bites, arms retreating to his body. “There has to a be better explanation.” He clears his throat to allow a more professional tone to take its place. “What about the possibility of a reaction caused by the new additions to J.T.’s lifestyle?”
“You say that like I’m keeping a drum of acid in the back of my closet.”
“Reese’s latest environmental changes are irrelevant. The items he ordered were still in their unopened packaging-”
“I’ve been…busy.”
