I chuckle. “They are, aren’t they?”
The lift doors ping open. I keep hold of Rowan’s hand. The lights are on in the office and the doors are unlocked. A few members of staff are already here, mostly designers. One of them, Rubin, waves a hello to Rowan and immediately clocks our joined hands. He arches an eyebrow and then gives Rowan a thumbs-up. I’ve noticed them talking often, so I know they’re friends.
“I’m going to check in with Rubin,” Rowan says.
I nod and kiss his cheek, prompting everyone in the office to wolf-whistle and cheer.
“Seems like they’re happy we’re together,” I muse.
“Seems that way.” He returns my kiss, this time on the lips, and then goes to sit opposite Rubin.
I head to Nigel’s office, knock on the door, and go straight in.
My brother is sitting behind the desk, wearing a Hawaiian shirt, which is not even remotely appropriate for the weather. He’s got a slight tan, despite only being away for a few days.
“Damon! Did you have a good Christmas? Thanks for covering for me last week. You’re a star.” He yawns around the last sentence, which is when I notice the bags under his eyes.
I fold my arms and glare at him. “Did you have a good time?”
“Oh, it was great. Sun, surf, and sex. What more could a guy ask for?”
I draw my eyebrows down and scowl.
“Anything I need to catch up on? Any business disasters?”
“No. Everything went smoothly. All the orders got sent out on time.”
“Wonderful! I knew I could rely on you. How was the ball?”
I relax my arms a little. “I didn’t get there.”
He gasps. “What?”
“We got caught in a snowstorm.”
He frowns. “We?—?”
“I was with Rowan. Your driver.”
“Oh, yes! Of course. A snowstorm? Is the car okay?”
“The car is fine,” I reply dryly. “And so are we.”
He shudders. “Oh, yes, of course I’m glad that you’re okay. It can’t have been fun for either of you.”
It shouldn’t have been, but it was. I can’t help but smile at the memory of snuggling with Rowan on the back seat and doing a whole lot more.
He must notice my smile, because he asks, “Oh? Is there something I should know?”
“Yeah. I’m dating Rowan.”
“You’re—?” Nigel’s mouth drops open. “Since when?”
“Since the night of the snowstorm. And I don’t intend to stop seeing him.”
“And there I was, thinking you were always Mister Professional.”
“I like him.”
