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I shake my head then sigh. "I didn't think they knew I worked here," I admit. "Or that they'd show up."

"When was the last time they contacted you?"

"A week after Mason's first birthday. I was told by John that Josh will not be seeing us again as he has a bright future playing left wing for Team Canada." I sigh. "I was so scared they were going to change their minds and take Mason."

"Is that what they are attempting to do now?" Luke questions.

I nod, rubbing my chest.

"What's their reasoning for wanting to do so?"

"They refused to tell me." And even if they did, I don't think it would matter. If they truly want Mason, they will find a way to take him.

I glance up at Luke. "Thank you for listening but I'm tired. Mentally and emotionally. If there's nothing you need me to do, I'm going to head home."

"Of course. I will see you in the morning." He replies, walking into his office. "Have a good night. Oh, and Daniella," he calls.

I look over at him.

"You look utterly breathtaking today." Luke says and walks back into his office.

Closing the door behind him.

Satan's Balls

Luke

I decide to close the office today and let everyone work from home. It’s forty degrees already and it’s only quarter to eight in the morning. I tried having my coffee on the balcony and as soon as I stepped outside, the heat sucked the air from my lungs and the humidity hasn’t even hit yet.

After Dani’s breakdown yesterday, I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable in the office. I was questioned by Carrie for hours and Mark and Jim had asked if she was alright. They had heard everything. Plus, I might have something planned for later. It could very well blow up in my face, but hey, why not take a chance. I’m hooked on Dani. Even if she doesn't feel the same way and I make an ass of myself, I want her to know my intentions.

I just poured my second cup of coffee when my cell rings. "Yeah?"

"Daaaaaaaaaaamn Archer—" Dani announces.

"I’m buzzing you in," I hit nine to open the main door.

The knock comes moments later. I check myself out in the toaster—loser—and answer the door.

Dani whistles as she enters. She looks wonderful. Her hair is in a ponytail that’s swinging down her back. Her face is free of makeup, and she’s wearing an oversized tank top and jean shorts. Her skin’s flushed pink from the heat.

"It’s as hot as Satan’s balls out there," Dani pants and wipes her forehead as she kicks the door shut behind her. "I’ve got boob sweat and I drove here." She drops her purse on the counter in the kitchen and wanders around my sub-penthouse.

I can’t pull my eyes away from her legs. They are spectacular. Thick thighs to dig your fingers into. Shapely calves to kiss down. Perfection.

"Nice place, Archer." Dani compliments.

"Thank you."

She walks over to the floor to ceiling windows and moves the curtain. Dani gasps. "Oh wow," she breathes. "The view from here is amazing."

The view from where I’m standing is pretty incredible too.

She presses her face against the glass. Her breath fogging up the window. "It’s a better view then what I have. All I can see out my living room window are my neighbours."

I chuckle. "I’m sure it’s a nice view."

Dani barks out a laugh. "Sure. If you have a thing for ninety-year-old ladies who don’t believe in curtains, or bras," she glances over her shoulder at me, eyebrows raised.

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