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“Now who’s not talking?” he poked.
I grinned as I steered Baby through the light, shaking my head the whole time. Ash was getting under my skin. It made the distinct itch to put distance between us return with a vengeance. The memory of his sad eyes and hurried motions as he tried to please when I returned home made me change my mind just as swiftly. I couldn’t leave him alone. Ash was a chronic people pleaser, and he was like me, lonely as hell.
We stepped out of the car together at Weston’s office. “Stay close.”
“Yes, sir.”
Ash immediately became glued to my side. I walked through the double doors, nodded at reception, and strolled onto the elevators. By now, they knew who I was. No one would stop me because Weston wasn’t crazy enough to tell them to stop me.
I smashed the button for his floor and watched the doors close. As we ascended to one of the top floors, I gazed down at Ash. He was staring up at me, his head tilted. I could imagine short, floppy ears on top of his head.Seriously, he’s a puppy.
“This is all you do for work?” Ash asked.
I nodded. “Yeah. Why?”
“I thought… I don’t know,” he muttered, trailing off.
“You thought what?”
“I thought you would be doing more exciting stuff. More dangerous stuff.”
I raised a brow at him. “What? Do you want to see me engaged in shootouts in the hallways?”
“No, of course not!” he said, his face taking on a panicked look. “But, uh, it’s just different than what I thought.”
“That’s what you get for thinking, kid.”
“Does Benito do all the hard, dangerous stuff then?”
I wheeled around to find a smirk on his lips. When our eyes met, he erased it and cleared his throat, staring straight ahead. In awe, I watched as he stepped out of the elevator, going gods knew where.
Oh, you’re going to keep pushing me until I have to show you who’s dangerous, aren’t you?
Yep, he definitely knew how to get underneath my skin. I followed behind Ash until I whistled and nodded toward a hallway.
“Follow me, smart ass.”
“Yes, sir.”
The words were said seriously, but his big eyes were filled with mischief.“Why are you in such a good mood?”
He shrugged. “Maybe because I got to come out with you.”
“Are you sure it’s not because of the killer asshole I have?”
Ash choked on air. “Do you ever stop?” he groaned.
“Nope.”
I smacked him on the back, grinning as we walked to Weston’s door. The receptionist was up quickly, dusting off her skirt. A little rain of crumbs was sprinkled on the floor. She cleared her throat.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes, I’m here to see Mr. Weston. I have a three o’clock.”
She turned her datebook around and nodded. “Yes, you must be Mr. Vitale. Come right this way.”
I followed behind her as we walked down to the office. She knocked lightly, let herself in, and then reappeared a few moments later.
