I blinked in surprise. “Really?”
“Really, what?”
“I figured you’d tell me everything I did wrong.”
His eyes narrowed. “Why would I do that?”
“You do it every time we’re sparring,” I replied.
His brow creased in a frown. “That’s sparring. Of course I tell you what you’re doing wrong. How else are you going to get it right?”
Okay, I was being an idiot. I squeezed my eyes shut and pinched the bridge of my nose between my thumb and forefinger. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I…there’s something else going on that we need to talk about after this interview is over.”
Concern flashed in his eyes. “Is everything okay with you and Greg?”
“Everything’s fine. Better than fine, really.” I blew out a breath. “I’d rather talk about this with the team. Or at least as many of the team as are here today.”
He nodded thoughtfully. “You got it. But now you have me thinking all sorts of bad scenarios.”
I shrugged. “I’m kind of hoping you’ll all tell me I’m blowing this out of proportion.”
Before Marco could reply, Liz knocked and opened the door. “I have Mr. Torres and Hunter here.”
“Send them in, Liz,” I said.
Marco went to get another chair while I got out the write-up on Pedro Torres. Just as the other two were sitting down, my phone vibrated with a text. Normally, I would have let it go until later, but I had to see if it was Greg. I’d promised him I’d be available if he needed me.
Sorry to bother you, but I thought of something else after you left.
It’s no bother at all. What’s up?
Remember the first time you came to my apartment and someone had dropped a daffodil in front of my door?
I remember thinking it was a strange thing for someone to drop.
Yes, it was. But what is stranger is that someone left a vase of flowers on my piano at City Lights the next night.
Rage filled me. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I growled.
“Tony?” Marco’s voice was filled with concern. Shit, I’d completely forgotten about the interview. I looked up from my phone and met my brother’s gaze. “I apologize. My boyfriend is having some problems, and I’m trying to help him.”
Poor Pedro looked confused, as did Hunter. Marco nodded, his lips pressed into a flat line. “Do you need to leave?” he asked.
I shook my head. “There’s nothing I can do about it now. But I could use some advice from you later.”
“Noted,” Marco replied.
I shifted my attention to Pedro, willing my body to relax. “I apologize. I’m being unprofessional.”
Pedro shook his head. “It’s family. Family comes first.”
I almost slid the offer letter to him right then. What the hell was with me being so impulsive? Instead, I smiled at him. “That’s what we all believe here.” I sent a quick text to Greg so he wouldn’t think I was ignoring him.
Thank you for the information. I’ll add it to the list. I’m looking forward to seeing you tonight.
Same.
I slipped my phone into my jacket pocket and brought my attention back to the men in front of me. “All right. Let’s get started.”
