Page 6 of Doughn't Let Me Go

A failed marriage. A kid to raise on my own. A booming company all in the middle of it.

It’s not that I’m complaining about that last part—the company is the reason I’m even able to get this fresh start—but it has still definitely added to the chaos.

My phone buzzes again, and I make a mental note to actually turn on the ringer just in case Foster or Wren call.

A glance at the screen has me smiling.

“Hello, sweetheart,” I say.

“Oh, you’re using terms of endearment—that must mean I did good.”

“You did very good. I like her a lot.”

“And she’s not your type, which is a bonus for us, just in case.”

I groan at the reminder of my screwup. “She technically didn’t even work for us. She was just interning.”

“Intern or not, you can’t sleep with her.”

“Well, I know that now.”

“Aren’t you glad I’m a lesbian, so you never have to worry about me trying to sleep with you?”

“Never mind the fact that you’re not my type.”

“I’d be offended but you’re clearly not mine either.” She laughs. “Not sure if Fran told you, but I already sent over the contracts and that NDA everyone but me has to sign over.”

“I’m about to make you sign one just so you keep your trap shut.”

“No you’re not. You trust me too much. Besides, you know I’d never betray you. We don’t roll like that.”

“I feel like that’s exactly what someone trying to play me would say.”

“I don’t want your money, Porter. I already have a sugar mama.”

“I’d be your daddy.”

“I stand by what I said.”

“Did you just call to insult me?”

I swear I can hear her grin. “Obviously.”

“You’re mean. I should fire you.”

“You can’t function without me.”

“So true.”

“Fran let me know you have the night off. What are you gonna do with it?”

“Are you two already talking about me behind my back?”

“We have to. It’s in our contract.”

“I don’t think I like this whole having two assistants thing.”

“You say that now, but just wait until you’re traveling. You’re going to be falling at our feet soon enough.”

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