Page 510 of The Winslow Brothers

“Everything good?” Remy asks as I sit back down beside him.

“Besides my client being a certifiable psycho? Yes, everything is good to go.”

He grins at that, but when his phone starts ringing, he sighs and mutters, “Fucking hell.”

“It’s fine,” I tell him and take Izzy from his arms. “Answer it, Rem. Trust me, I get it.”

He sighs again but answers the call, and I attempt to juggle Izzy and eating while Remy talks to someone about market reactions and how he thinks the Fed’s announcement about interest rates is going to affect the stock exchange’s open tomorrow.

And once he ends his phone call, it only takes a minute for my phone to ring.

“What the hell is going on tonight?” I question around a mouthful of pasta, and Remy just laughs and takes Izzy from me again.

“A sign from above that we need to quit our jobs and move to a deserted island.”

I smirk and point a finger in his direction. “Don’t tease me like that.”

“Oh, I never tease. You should know that by now.” Rem grins, and I shake my head on a laugh.

“Your clients would lose their shit if you left them high and dry,” I whisper toward him as I answer my incoming call by the third ring.

“So would yours,” he mouths.

“Our clients suck,” I mouth back just as Daniel’s voice is filling my ear and asking me a question regarding a contract he’s trying to draw up.

Rem nods at me with wide, knowing eyes and takes a bite of his pasta as he keeps Izzy close to his chest.

And the night pretty much moves on like that, Rem fielding market calls and me fielding real estate calls, while both of us attempt to eat and take care of Izzy at the same time.

By the time the clock strikes eleven, I feel so exhausted that I just throw myself onto my bed once we get Izzy to sleep in her crib.

To my surprise, when I look up from my facedown spot, Remy is climbing into bed beside me.

“I might need to rest for a minute before I head home.”

Both of us are still fully dressed in our work clothes, but the idea of switching into something more comfortable sounds more uncomfortable than sleeping in my skirt and blouse.

“Just sleep here,” I tell him without a second thought. “Is it just me, or was tonight a long one?” I whisper toward him, and he nods, yawns, and adjusts the comforter so it’s covering both of our bodies.

“Nope, not just you. I still think my deserted island idea is the way to go.”

I snort. “You’re nuts.”

“And you’re nuts for not agreeing with me.”

“If I weren’t so tired,” I say through a yawn, and my eyelids start to feel impossible to keep open. “I’d have a better comeback. But I have nothing.”

“Same, Ria,” Remy whispers back, and his voice is already thick with sleep. “Same.”

Wednesday, October 9th

Remy

All I feel are softness and curves. Over me. Around me. Pressed against me.

This is a good fucking dream.

The smell of the most delicious flowery perfume engulfs my head, and the sound of soft panting fills my ears.

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