Page 103 of Spurred On

“Kind of. Sometimes. I mean, Lisa and Claire have occasionally mentioned something about, you know, me being an ass.”

“Oh, well, I already know that,” she said with a grin and was relieved to see him chuckle.

“I swear,” he said, slapping his palm to his chest. “I want you there. Need you there. Lose sleep at night because you aren’t there.” He peeped at her. “Is that better?”

She nodded. It was. “All right then. If you really want me to come work for you—”

“I absolutely do.”

“Then I will.”

He whooped so loud heads turned, and she bit back a snort. “Hush,” she said.

“I can’t. I’m too excited. When can you start?”

She leaned back and fixed him with a sober stare. “That depends on how Dad is doing.”

His grin faded. “Oh. Yeah. Of course. He comes first. Sure.” But it was there, that glint in his eye. One that made it clear to her beyond all doubt. He wanted her.

And that was certainly enough.

At least, for the time being.