Jack’s mouth twitches. “Yes, sir.”
Sabrina looks up at me, surprised. Confused. Maybe even a little overwhelmed.
I don’t explain.
I just open my office door and usher her inside.
Sabrina’s been camped out on the couch in my office for hours.
Shoes kicked off. Notebooks spread around her like she owns the place. Hair tucked behind one ear while she scribbles, chews on the end of her pen, mutters to herself when something doesn’t land the way she wants it to.
I haven’t gotten a damn thing done.
Jack is absolutely dragging his feet with the office next door. I know it. He knows it. This is retaliation for ordering him around earlier—and probably for the fact that my wife laughed at his joke this morning.
I try to focus on the screen in front of me. Numbers blur. Emails go unread. Every time she shifts, crosses her legs, leans forward, my attention snaps right back to her.
This was a bad idea.
A knock sounds at the door before I can talk myself into pretending I’m not distracted.
Jack pokes his head in. “Lunch?”
Sabrina looks up immediately. “Oh yes, please.”
Jack’s eyes flick to me. “Thoughts?”
“Whatever’s fastest,” I say without looking away from the spreadsheet.
Sabrina wrinkles her nose. “No. If we’re doing lunch, we’re doing it right.” She names a place before I can object.
Jack grins. “Great choice.”
“Hey,” I mutter. “I get a vote.”
Jack ignores me completely. “I’ll order.”
I lean back in my chair. “I feel very ganged up on.”
Sabrina stands and walks over, stopping right in front of me. She pats my cheek, mock-serious. “My poor grumpy husband. You always get like this when you forget to eat?”
Something warm and possessive coils low in my chest.
I catch her wrist gently and pull her closer, guiding her until she’s standing between my knees. My hands settle at her hips without thinking.
“That’s not all I need,” I murmur.
Her breath catches. Just barely.
Pink floods her cheeks in a way that makes my smile turn slow and knowing.
Jack clears his throat loudly from the doorway. “I’ll—uh—order lunch.”
Sabrina practically jumps back, flustered. “I—I need to step out for a second.”
She darts past Jack and disappears down the hall.
I don’t stop smiling.
