Our. It was our business. But I didn’t say it, even though he had built it up as much as I had. It was our little empire, a dream of two people. Ours.
I swallowed hard, those thoughts only adding to the jumble of emotions that were already plaguing me. “That would take months.”
“I agree, but it’s the only way to keep this shit current. It’s time consuming now but will save time in the future. Not to mention the environmental impact. All that paper that’s not going to waste will add up. It’s another wise step, look at how many tires we’ve already been able to recycle.”
I watched as his long lashes touched his cheek for a second before his eyes focused on the screen in front of him, and I still couldn’t figure out how he ended up in this life. Someone as kindhearted and smart as Shaw shouldn’t be here. Should have never been a street kid.
I pulled away from him, my body feeling too comfortable in an area my mind most definitely was not yet. “Get it set up and I’ll fund it.”
“I knew you would,” was all he said, not even sparing me a glance from the screen.
I turned around, seeing Emma watching us, a question in her eyes and I couldn’t answer it. I couldn’t begin to explain to her things that I hadn’t figured out. So I nodded as I passed her, squeezing between the space she wasn’t occupying in the door frame and walking away from them both.