“Just happy,” I say.
She fake winces. “That was kind of corny.”
“Corny, huh?” I murmur, standing.
Before she can react, I toss her laptop aside and sling her over my shoulder.
She yelps, laughing, fists pounding lightly against my back. “Logan!”
“I’ll show you corny,” I say, carrying her toward the bedroom.
Jess
“Mrs. West, the shipment of new motion-activated cameras was delivered last night. There aren’t any visible issues, but I have Pete and David checking them individually. And,” Cece adds, glancing at her tablet, “there’s currently a debate between Operations Foster and Surveillance Foster about who gets the new parking space labeled ‘Foster’ downstairs.”
I wince.
“Let’s have Mr. West handle parking disputes,” I say smoothly. “And good job on the cameras.”
Cece nods, making a note.
It goes against everything in me to let her call meMrs. West. But considering the last assistant I had ends up at my house on most Sundays for a barbecue, I’ve decided to let this particular boundary stand.
I don’t personally see anything wrong with socializing with employees outside of business hours but Logan doesn’t like it.
He’s never liked mixing business with pleasure. Which is why he’s still in his original office downstairs.
We tried sharing the one up here. It lasted two days. The solid walls turned out to be… problematic.
Mostly because Logan developed a habit of pressing me against them whenever the mood struck.
Which, to be fair, was often.
Not exactly productive.
And “corporate PDA” is frowned upon even when you’re marriedandown the company.
Cece clears her throat lightly, pulling me back to the present.
“Anything else?” I ask.
“Mr. West asked if you’d like to join the 10 a.m. vendor call.”
I bite back a smile. “Vendor call” is code for coffee inside his locked office.
“Of course I will.”
Cece nods and slips out.
A message dings on my phone.
The family group chat.
We have several. One with his mom. One with his dad. One with just Darren, Simone, Logan, and me.
This one’s his dad.
River forgot his bear. I’ll drop it in your mailbox.
