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I’ve dreamed up new places to put Jet so I can text herpictures.
I've canceled work lunches, breakfasts, for an excuse to seeDaisy.
Those handful of moments across from her at restaurants are nowhere nearenough.
All I can think of is being inside her again. Since the Vineyard more than a week ago, it’s all I can thinkabout.
Ben:We’re still on for our adventure thisafternoon?
Isendthe text from the office kitchen atlunch.
Dots appear a momentlater.
Daisy:Only if you bringJet.
Ben:You sound as if you like him more thanme.
Daisy:You sound as if you’re jealous of a three-inchtoy.
Ben:My masculinity is under zero threat. I have a lot more inches than that tooffer.
Someone bumps my shoulder,heading for the coffee maker, and I look up. My eyesnarrow.
“Your assistant quitagain?”
Holt slams down his mug and hits the dispenser. “No.”
There’s still time. It’s onlylunch.
The new tech investment got delayed a week thanks to an emergency, so this morning we finallyvoted.
He smiles tightly. “You think you won today? It's one investment. Xavier might be infatuated with you, but I can see through it. You’ve been distracted, and I’m sure he wouldn’t approve of you using your office for lunchtime quickies. I’ve seen your girlfriend leaving this office looking workedover.”
My shoulders tighten. “If you’re questioning my commitment, don’tbother.”
He shrugs, reaching for the fridge door. “I’m just saying I could’ve given her something more than five minutes on mydesk.”
I slam the refrigerator door shut hard enough, the appliance hits the wall. The anger that rises up is forceful and immediate, taking both of us by surprise. Holt’s face tightens. I’m ready to rip his head off his body, and it’s not evenacting.
“Listen to me,” I mutter. “You can have an opinion on our acquisitions and deals. You don’t get an opinion on mygirlfriend.”
But Holt’s eyes glint in triumph before I turn and head down the hall, then walk in Tris’s dooruninvited.
He points at his phone, which he’s on. I cross to thewindow.
Finally there’s a disgruntled sigh behind me. “Let me call youback.”
The sound of his chair makes meturn.
“To what do I owe the pleasure, bigbrother?”
“Holt is fucking withme.”
Tris stares at me as if I’m speaking Mandarin. “This is not new. He’s pissed Xavier didn’t side withhim.”
“He’s building a bigger case, trying to make it seem as if I’m not committed to this firm.” I don’t mentionDaisy.
“But you are.” It’s a statement, but it almost sounds as if there’s a question init.
