Page 58 of Making Over Maris

Tristan sucked his teeth. “Is that an argyle sweater?”

Jack ignored his business partners’ ribbing and broached a topic that had been bugging him for a while. About a month, in fact. “Have you ever thought about putting a workout room in the office?”

Adam’s and Tristan’s chins dropped. “That’s what it is,” Adam crowed. “You’ve been working out.”

Tristan was far more responsible and responded to Jack’s query. “There’s no room in the suite for a gym. We’re packed to the gills as it is.”

“The suite next door is for lease. They have a shower.”

“A gym?” Adam grunted in a tone Jack did not appreciate. His glare became a glower. Adam ignored it. “Holy crap, Jack. What’s happened to you?”

“Can’t you tell?” Tristan grinned like a monkey. “He’s getting laid.”

Adam gave Jack the once-over. “Oh. My. God. You’re right. Who?”

“No clue but…good for her—”

Sara chose this moment to waltz into the lab. “Hey, Jack—” Adam and Tristan turned in tandem. Her steps faltered. A red tide rushed up her cheeks. “Oh. Sorry. I’ll come back later.”

She was gone before Jack could call her back.

Like evil twins, Adam and Tristan spun around to fix their gazes on him.

“Sara?” Adam hissed. “Holy shit.”

“Is that what you called me about? Was she your date?”

Jack put out a lip. “MYOB.”

Tristan frowned. “This is my business. She’s my employee. Jack—you know the rules.”

He was referring to the rule that prohibited interoffice romance—a rule both Adam and Tristan had broken.

“Don’t even go there, Tris.” Jack stood and straightened his shoulders, making himself as tall as he could. He tipped back his head and peered down his nose at them both.

Tristan took a step back. “I’m not sayin’ nothin’.”

“I should hope not.”

“Just—be careful.”

Seriously? This from a guy who got so hot and bothered over his secretary that when he fucked her he forgot to slip on a condom? As her rounded belly proved? “Dude. I’m always careful.”

He was. He had used a condom.

He stilled. He’d used one the first time. Kinda forgotten in the heat of the night. And in the shower… But it didn’t matter. Unlike Shannon, Sara had the good sense to be on the Pill.

His thoughts stalled. He was pretty sure she was. He hoped she was. He made a mental note to ask her later.

Tristan shuffled his feet. “Well, okay then.”

“Yeah. Okay.” Jack tapped his toe. “Did you want something?”

The brothers exchanged a befuddled glance. “Oh, yeah. Harper,” Adam said.

Tristan nodded. “Yeah. We wanted to talk about Harper.”

“Yeah. And we have a staff meeting.”