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“Her husband plays hockey for the Carolina NHL team,” I tell him, and his eyes go big.

“No way.” He’s clearly impressed by this information.

“Way,” Sofia replies. “It’s nice to meet you, Caine.”

“I’ve heard good things about you,” he says, and I just side eye him. “You used to babysit Grace, didn’t you?” I shake my head. “Not that long ago.”

I look over at him, ignoring the sound of someone joining the meeting. “You have to speak up a little, Sofia,” I urge her, ignoring Caine. “He’s of the age where his hearing is slowly going deaf.”

“And to think I would have missed all this fun.” Nash’s face fills the screen. “Hi, everybody. I’m Nash, Caine’s younger brother.”

“By like five years.” Caine scoffs from beside me, but I don’t bother looking over at him. “Four and a half, really.” He mumbles that part.

“That’s like thirty-five dog years,” Nash pokes, leaning back in his chair, and I fold my arms over my chest.

“That doesn’t count,” Caine retorts.

“I think it does,” I pipe into the feud. “Nash, this is Sofia.” I introduce them. “Sofia, thank you for squeezing us in.”

“Well, now you owe me,” she jokes with me. “So, let’s get started with some of the questions I have.” I lean back in my chair, and my arm moves to the side, touching Caine’s. “What date are we looking at?”

“Okay, how realistic is it to be able to do this in two weeks?” Nash asks, and I see Sofia’s eyes bulge. Nash holds up his hand. “We already have the venue, and the invites have been sent out.”

“In that case, it can be done,” Sofia assures him. “It’s going to be a crazy two weeks, but I think it can happen. Since I’m not on-site, I’ll need to have someone from your team to work with me.”

“Perf,” Nash says, and I side eye Caine, whose jaw just clenches.

“I guess we can spread it around to the PAs here,” Caine suggests. “I’ll leave Grace in charge of handling this.”

“Sounds good,” Sofia says. “Gracie, I’ll send you all the things I need.”

“Perf,” I say to her, “I’ll text you my work email so I can cc Caine on all decisions.” I look over at him when he’s about to protest. “Wouldn’t want to have another juicegate.” He just glares at me, and the rest of the meeting runs smoothly.

Vinny and Jaret both come in as soon as it’s done, so I excuse myself. Caine never comes back to his office. He spends the rest of the afternoon in the conference room. They even order in lunch as they prepare for the big meeting tomorrow.

Shutting down my computer, I leave without seeing him. The following morning, I arrive an hour early, and the office is deserted. I put my coffee cup on my desk and open the computer, and I’m forwarding emails when the phone on my desk rings. “Caine Griffin’s office, this is Grace. How may I help you?”

“Why are you at work at seven?” Caine barks, and his voice doesn’t even sound like he’s just woken up.

“I got here an hour late yesterday,” I fill him in, “so I came an hour early to make up for it.” I take a sip of the coffee. “Good morning to you too, by the way.”

“I’m not coming in this morning. I’m going straight to the meeting,” he huffs.

“Let me know if you need anything,” I offer, and he hangs up. I shake my head. “And he’s still a dick,” I say to the phone, hanging it up. Slowly people start to trickle in, and everyone says good morning like normal people do.

The morning flies by with Sofia and I planning the gala. I pick up the phone just after noon. “Hello, is Mr. Griffin in?” the lady on the other end inquires.

“He isn’t. Can I take a message?”

“This is Matilda from the daycare center. I’m calling about Meadow.” I sit up straight now. “I’ve tried to call him for the past thirty minutes, and there hasn’t been any answer.”

“He’s in a huge meeting,” I inform her. “Is she okay?” I ask, worry now filling my body. “I know she wasn’t feeling well two days ago.”

“She’s complaining of a tummy ache, and she has a low-grade fever,” Matilda answers.

“Can you hold on a second?” I ask, putting the phone on hold and rushing to Loren’s office.

I knock on the open door, and she looks up at me. “Hi,” I say, and she must see the panic on my face. “I need the number to Caine’s wife.”


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