Page 120 of A Dangerous Kind of Love

Fuck.

Me: That what you’re wearing?

The reply comes quick.

Katie: Yeah. Why?

I look at the picture again, slower this time.

Me: You just walking around my house like that?

A pause. Then—

Katie: It’s clothes, Michael.

My mouth pulls.

Me: Yeah.

A beat.

Me: They’re working.

Three dots flicker.

Katie: Oh my God.

I lean back in my chair, still looking at the picture.

Me: Don’t change.

Another pause.

Katie: I wasn’t going to.

I type again.

Me: Good. I can’t wait to see you tonight.

This time the pause lingers just a little longer.

Katie: I can’t wait to see you either. :)

I set the phone down and go back to the tablet. The door opens and Marco walks in.

“Morning, Boss.”

“Talk.”

“Oakland shipment’s on track. They’re unloading by noon. Chicago distribution is running behind.”

“Fix it,” I say, not looking up.

“Already working on it.”

I nod, still scanning the numbers in front of me.

“You have an investor call in ten,” he adds.