Page 61 of Fierce-Zander

He looked at his watch and noticed it was a little after five. He hadn’t heard from Regan since his text this morning.

There was part of him that felt bad he hadn’t reached out on Sunday, but he wasn’t one to hover much either. He’d gotten busy catching up on work and then watching football. He went to bed early since he knew he had to get up and start working at four today.

Now Zander leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms over his head, the chair tilting back until he touched the wall behind him.

It was then that he remembered that wall was in Regan’s office. He wondered how close she might be to him or if she was still at work.

He got up and walked out of his office and popped his head out the front door to see her light on.

Rather than go talk to her if she was on the phone or on a video call, he returned to his office and tapped on the wall.

He waited a minute and then did it again, adding a rhythm to it.

When there was no response, he popped his chair back upright and got to work.

Five minutes later he heard tapping back—the same rhythm he’d done—and grinned.

He wondered if she knew Morse code or not.

He tapped the word “hi” and waited.

She did it back. It didn’t let him know if she knew what he was doing, but it still made him grin.

A second later his phone rang on his desk and it was her.

“You think you’re being so cute,” she said.

“Do you know what I said?” he asked.

“No,” she said. “Should I have? Oh, let me guess. You were using Morse Code?”

“I didn’t the first two times,” he said. “The last time I tapped hi to you.”

“I was just repeating it back to you.”

“I figured as much,” he said. “I was stretching and touched the wall over my head and thought of you.”

“Did your shirt lift up so that I could get a glimpse of your abs when you did it? Or at least picture that in my head.”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I wasn’t paying much attention to it. You can come over here and watch me do it again and let me know.”

He doubted it would happen as his shirts weren’t that short, but he’d bunch it up for her if he had to.

“I could,” she said. “I’m finishing a few things up. How long are you going to be there? I need to meet with you in regards to Sophia too.”

“Your client?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said. “I spoke to Trent and figured I could fill you in since I talked with Sophia a few hours ago.”

“Come over when you’re done. I’ll be here for a while. Do you want food? I’m hungry.”

“I’ve got half a sandwich and half of a big salad if you want to share,” she said. “We ordered lunch and I couldn’t decide and got two things thinking I could eat the other tomorrow or tonight.”

“I’m not much of a salad guy,” he said.

“Then you can have my sandwich. It’s not full of veggies either. It’s a steak sandwich loaded with cheese. There is actually more than half left since it was huge and I cut a quarter of it off. You’ve got a microwave there and can heat it up.”

“A steak sandwich sounds great,” he said.

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