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I shake my head. “He had business off-site. Owen is, though.”
He nods. “Thank you, Ms. Chase. I’m glad you’re working here. You are a wonderful addition to the fold.” He stalks off with me gaping after him.
What?
What was that all about? How does he know me well enough to assume I’m a wonderful addition? Has Archer or Owen been talking about me? Or both?
I shake my head at myself.
Inflated ego, check.
I need a serious cold shower and a slap of reality.
ChapterTwenty-Three
Finn
As soon asI hear the knock at the door, I know it’s Archer. I’ve been expecting him. I stride naked to the door of my penthouse, paintbrush still in hand, and open it without a word, turning back to return to my painting.
“You okay?” he asks, following me and shutting the door behind him.
“Hmm.”
I concentrate on the brush strokes, savoring every single caress of the paint against the canvas.
Archer stops short of the full-length canvas and folds his arms, eyeing me up with that annoyingly intense way of his. “I’m sorry,” he says eventually. “You know I didn’t mean what I said. I was worried, not just about her, but about you.”
I purse my lips but don’t pause with my art. “Fine.”
“That’s it?”
“What more do you want me to say?”
“Fuck knows. I just thought you would rake me over the coals against threatening you.”
“You know I don’t give a shit.”
“Ah, but you do when it comes to you and me.”
“And that’s why you used it against me. Not nice, Archer.”
“See. You are pissed off.”
“No, I’m over it.”
“She gave you something you have never received before.”
“You saw?”
“Owen.”
“Ah.”
“Like you’d expect anything else?”
“I hadn’t thought about it until now.”
“Look at me.”
