I chuckled. “No, no. I’m from Belize.”
“Ahh. I never heard an accent like yours before.”
I shrugged. “‘Cause you never met someone from Belize before.”
That made him smile.
“Where’s Carter?” Theo asked.
Vincent kept his eyes on me when he replied, “Left already.”
“Damn, I wanted to introduce you to him too. Maybe next time.” Theo glanced at the file Vincent handed to him, then at the clock on the wall. “I’ve got to make a quick call before the other office closes.” He turned to me, “I’ll be five minutes. You good here?”
“Yeah,” I answered easily.
He leaned in, pressed a kiss to my cheek, and just like that, he was gone. The door clicked shut, and silence settled.
Vincent smiled again, slowly and unreadably. “He talks about you a lot, you know.”
“Yeah…” I said, easing back against the edge of the desk. “So I keep hearing.”
Silence.
Vincent didn’t look away. I didn’t either. And I suddenly became very aware of how my dress fit.
“So,” he said casually after a while, “how old are you?”
I narrowed my eyes, amused. “I thought Theo told you everything about me.”
“Not everything.”
“Hm. Well, I’m twenty-five.”
“He’s older than you.”
“Not by a lot.”
“You’ve been together long?”
I nodded. “Since college.”
“He loves you.”
“I know.”
“You love him?”
“Of course, I do.”
He tilted his head, studying me. “Hm.”
I raised a brow. “What?”
“Nothing. Just…interesting.”
“What is?”
“You and Theo. You make sense. He needs someone who can keep up.”