Page 78 of Bossed By The Boggart

Wyn bursts into laughter.

“You’re so naughty—and no. I have a call in ten minutes and have to go.”

“Maybe later?”

She smirks.

“Maybe. And don’t forget it’s your night for dinner.”

“Already on. My man Jake said he wants to try sushi, so I booked us a reservation at a hibachi grill.”

“Oh, we’ve never been to one of those. They sound fun, though.”

“It’s a blast. They cook everything in front of you, and the chef does little tricks while swearing in Japanese.”

“Delightful. I can’t wait.”

Wyn gets up to leave but stops with her hand on the doorknob.

“You know, being partner is pretty serious, Bash. Asking me to do that is like asking…”

She trails off, not finishing her sentence.

“Like asking you to stay forever?”

“Something like that,” she mumbles.

“And what if I am—asking you to stay forever?”

Wyn glances over her shoulder, a small smile tugging her lips.

“Then I’d say I probably will need until Thursday afternoon to decide.”

With this, she opens the door and glides out, not once looking back, and I groan.

Of course, she got the last word.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

WYN

Two days.

That’s as long as it took for me to make up my mind.

Correction—that’s as long as it took for Jake to help make up my mind.

The sneaky bastard that I call my boss promised not to pressure me.

Instead, he told my son about the promotion.

Which basically devolved into Jake following me around to ask why I hadn’t said ‘yes’.

And no matter how much I argued it, my little guy always came back with the same answer—Bash and I loved one another.

So on Wednesday morning, I grab two coffees from the café and head straight up to Bash’s office.

I knock—hard lesson learned—and wait for him to call me in.

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