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Cameron stared into the distance. “Yes.” He snapped his gaze back to meet hers. “I need your help with something.”
She smiled. “If it’s anything to do with you contacting her to tell her the real deal then I’m in.”
He nodded. “I’m going to do more than just contact her.”
Chapter Thirteen
Nina stared out of the office window at the driving rain. Ugh. She sighed.
Matt glanced over from the desk opposite. “For goodness’ sake. If I had a penny for every time you sighed, I’d be able to buy the bloody Taj Mahal.”
“Sorry,” she mumbled, going back to the spreadsheet on her laptop. She rubbed her eyes. Taking a step back career-wise was feeling like the wrong choice. She could do it all with her eyes shut.
Not taking chances in life was not paying off. Going for this job instead of looking to a promotion in the US… Not taking a gamble in a relationship with a super-star DJ… Who cared if it’d only been physical? She could have had her moment with him and enjoyed every last second until he’d ended it and still be in exactly the same position, but at least she’d have had more time with him. I’m such an idiot.
Nina imagined him and Ash together, raising their child. It didn’t matter whether they were together as couple or just co-parenting, he’d be a fantastic father…unlike Zac. Nina shuddered at the thought.
A cup of coffee was set down in front of her. She glanced at Matt. She hadn’t even noticed that he’d left his desk to make it.
“There you go, little miss sad pants,” he said, smiling. “Maybe a bit of caffeine will spur you on.”
“Thank you,” she said. “Sorry for being a downer.”
“It’s okay,” he said, sitting back at his desk. “Just remember this the next time I’m pining for a guy. I want full sympathy and no sarcasm.”
“I wouldn’t be sarcastic,” Nina said.
He raised his eyebrows. “Really? Need I remind you of Pete?”
She rolled her eyes. “For goodness’ sake. The guy made a living by attending ladies’ nights to serve drinks wearing nothing but a tiny apron. That doesn’t count.”
Matt sniffed. “Don’t be a snob.”
Nina laughed.
“By the way,” Matt said, “in the kitchen the others were saying something about a celebrity in the building. I don’t know what they were going on about.”
“A celebrity?” Nina said, sipping her coffee. “What celebrity would want to come here?”
“I’ve no idea,” Matt said. “It’s probably just a rumour.”
There was a noise at their office door and one of their colleagues entered, appearing a little wide-eyed.
Nina studied her. “What’s wrong, Sally? Is there something amiss in the lab?”
“No,” Sally replied, sounding out of breath. “Have you heard? There’s an A-lister on his way up here.”
Matt snorted. “You mean the celebrity they’re going on about? It’s clearly nonsense. Why would anyone famous be in the lab?”
“It’s true,” Sally said. “Maria saw him. It’s that guy who does the dance music. You know, the one from Glasgow.”
Nina felt like her heart might stop. She shot Matt a look.
His face erupted into delight. “You mean Logan Wild?”
“Yeah,” Sally said. “I couldn’t remember his name. I’m more of a country music fan myself. Anyway, he asked the way to your office, so he’ll be here any minute.”
Matt frowned. “To my office?”
