I stop in the hall, hating that everyone knows I spent the night with her. I’m not ashamed of what we did, or of her, I just don’t like our relationship being in a fishbowl. It doesn’t feel like I’m protecting her at all.
“On my way to my apartment to shower.”
“Good. I have news. I’m adding Gris to the call.”
I unlock my door with a swipe of my security card, and head for the bathroom, even as Gris’s voice sounds over the line. “We’re going to see each other in an hour. Is a conference call necessary?”
“Yes,” Killian rumbles. “I was watching Vigo last night, and I think he got word from his lawyers. He sent a man to the ER, trashed his office, and now…” Killian pauses. “He’s in a fleet of cars headed downtown.”
I pause in the doorway. “What are you saying?”
“I think you might be getting a visit from our least-favorite mob boss.”
Gris lets out a string of curses.
“Vigo Sinclair is headed your way.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Gigi
I getEmma ready for school and then shower for work, trying my best to be on time, while still putting myself together.
I want to look good today.
I just had the most handsome and successful man I’ve ever met make amazing love to me and then feed me breakfast.
The least I can do is blow out my hair.
Grabbing my standard pencil skirt, I choose a new blouse in a soft pink that makes my skin look young and fresh.
I apply a little eyeliner and mascara, along with some pale gloss before I take Emma down to daycare.
She bounces next to me on the elevator. “I can’t wait to tell everyone about Birdie.”
I smile next to her. I don’t bounce, but I’m also bubbling with joy. After years of worry and constant vigilance, and then another year of looking over my shoulder always wondering when Vigo might appear, I feel like I can finally relax, at least a little.
My shoulders unwind, and I give Emma’s hand a little squeeze. She sings her way into school, and I’m off to work in no time.
I’m not even late as I enter the office, waving to Rachel as I pass.
She follows me into the kitchenette. “Big Bad Bossman actually seems like he’s in a good mood today,” she whispers to me as we make the coffee. “Think it was because of yesterday?”
“Yesterday?” I croak, my head snapping up.
One of her eyebrows arches up. “The meeting with the lawyers, the redrafting of the contract…”
I feel the heat as pink surely floods my cheeks. I duck my chin to try and hide it. “Right. He likely is in a better mood because of that.”
Or maybe for another reason…
But I don’t share that with Rachel as I take Rush’s now-brewed coffee to his office.
He’s already at his desk, on his phone. He looks up when I enter, flicking his hand to indicate he doesn’t want the coffee.
I ought to have known. He’s already had a cup, but I couldn’t exactly tell Rachel that, could I?
I carry the coffee back out, Rachel giving me a long look as I dump it down the sink in the kitchenette.
