Page 52 of Bride By Coronation

Blue sits up and runs her hand through her hair. Her eyes light up, and she breathes, "Hey, Brax."

He nods at her. "Blue. How's it going?"

"Good. Well, not good. I need to figure out my design. But other than that, things are going well. I'm great. And you? Are you doing well? Can I get you a drink? Or a cookie? One of our clients sent us a surprise order of a dozen chocolate chip ones," she babbles.

Oh, Blue. I've told you that you're way too young for Brax.

She's had a crush on him since she was sixteen. It doesn't matter how much I try to get her to set her sights elsewhere. Nor did it help when Adrian saw her flirt with Brax and warned her that he was off-limits.

After that, he threatened Brax not to touch his daughter. Brax said it wasn't a problem because he wasn't interested in little girls. He's always insisted he would never go there, but it doesn't stop Blue from wishing or trying.

Brax gives her barely any attention, saying, "No, thanks. I'm good." Then he focuses on me, adding, "I need to speak to you privately, Fiona."

"What about?" Blue asks.

"None of your business," Brax scolds, then exits the room.

Blue's face falls.

I sigh, lean down, and mutter, "He's way too old for you. There are tons of guys closer to your age who want to date you."

Her face hardens and she looks away.

I pat her shoulder. "I'll be back later, and we can look at your project." I leave and go into my office.

Brax stands near my desk with his arms crossed.

"You didn't have to snap at her," I reprimand.

He grunts. "She's a child. It's never happening between us, and she needs to move on. Besides, I don't need Adrian accusing me of anything."

I glare a few daggers at him.

"Be mad at me all you want," he replies in response to my look.

I put my hand on my hip. "You're as annoying as my brother."

"So you've told me a million times."

"Why are you here?"

He clenches his jaw and holds out an envelope. "I've been ordered to give this to you."

"Ordered?" I glance at his hand, and my breath hitches. I gape as I reach for it.

He yanks his hand back and mutters, "Here we go."

I lock eyes with him. "You're wearing my father's mark."

"Yep."

"You're..." A shiver runs down my spine.

He nods. "Yeah. Let's move on. I've got a lot of shit to do today, and I need to make sure you read this immediately. Then I have to take your response to his Royal Highness," he sarcastically informs.

I stare at him.

He wiggles the envelope in front of me. "Time's ticking, Fiona."

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