“Emma.” He pushes back from his desk, adjusting the collar of the striped blue button-down shirt he’s wearing. “It’s good to see you again.”
“You too.” I glance past his shoulder to the open door of Drake’s office. “Is Case busy?”
Nodding, he shoves his hand into the front pocket of his gray pants. “He’s in a meeting with Human Resources. Give him another twenty minutes and he’ll be back.”
I can wait. I want to wait.
“You’re welcome to take a seat in your brother’s office.” Elias gestures to the open office door. “I’ll grab you something to drink. There’s coffee or tea in the break room. I can get a soda from the machine down the hall if you want.”
“Thank you, but I’m good.”
Breezing past him, I walk into Drake’s office. I should sit in one of the chairs facing his desk, but I plop myself into the chair behind the desk so I can see Case as he approaches.
Dropping my purse on the floor, I lean back and take in the office.
It’s expansive. The furniture is modern and sleek.
There’s no way that Drake chose any of this. This looks like it was plucked out of Sandy’s brain. My best friend has the magic touch when it comes to interior design. The things she could do with an apartment in New York would blow my mind.
An apartment in New York where I’d build a life with Case.
I chase that thought away with a sigh. That can never be. He lives in California. I belong in Seattle.
Or I did once.
I’m not sure where home is anymore.
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
Case
I could get usedto seeing this.
I watch Emma as she sits behind her brother’s desk. She’s twirling a pen between her fingers as she hums a tune that sounds like pure heaven to me.
It also sounds a hell of a lot like the theme music to Gem Stars.
I only know that because Drake played it over and over for me before he finally approved it.
I join in, humming a few beats.
Her head pops up. The smile that blooms on her lips grips my heart. “Hey, you.”
“Hey, you,” I repeat back in a soft tone. “I didn’t expect to see you for a couple of hours.”
Her gaze drops back to the desk and the open file folder in front of her.
It’s the blue folder that contains some of the most brilliant ideas her brother has ever come up with. I was skimming through it again before I was called to HR.
“How has your day been?” I keep the conversation light because Elias is less than ten feet away with his ear tuned to us.
This guy gives Lester a run for his money.
If he’s reporting anything back to Drake, I want it to all be rated PG.
“I had lunch with Bella.” Her gaze drifts up. “Calvetti’s has spoiled me for Italian food. How will I ever go back to a chain restaurant that serves warmed up pasta again?”
“I’ll courier Marti’s lasagna to you in Seattle whenever you crave it.”
