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Me: By nine. That’s on your calendar, you know.
Troy: Yes. It’s on my calendar for midnight. My assistant’s getting rusty.
Me: Your assistant’s probably just overworked.
Troy: My assistant’s many things. Overworked is not one of them.
Me: I beg to differ. But you’re right when you say I’m many things. I’m basically a Renaissance woman.
Troy: Have you been drinking?
Me: Not yet. Have you?
Troy: It’s Monday.
Me: And your point …
Troy: I’ll see you tomorrow.
“I’ll be looking forward to it, Mr. Castelli.”
Me: Can’t tell if that’s a threat or a promise.
Troy: That will give you something to ponder.
Me: See you tomorrow. Good night.
Troy: Good night.
I smile all the way up the stairs.
Chapter Four
Troy
“She specifically requests you.”
I growl, slipping off my jacket and tossing it over the back of a chair in the foyer. My conversation with Ford earlier echoes through my brain as I walk down the hallway.
“If I do that, you’re taking option two.”
“Fuck,” I mumble, removing my shirt and tie, and throwing them like a football into the laundry room as I pass. They fall unceremoniously into the center of the basket next to the washer.
The evening sun drenches the house in a muted glow. The warmth that bathes the white walls reminds me of a picture from a magazine. A rainbow stretches across the black leather sofa as if a pot of gold sits on the other side, not a gray rug.
The golden hour is my favorite time of the day. Everything is a bit warmer, a little softer—a striking difference from my normal course of business. Moments like this, when I’m tucked away in my home and surrounded by my favorite things, are what I most look forward to when the sun is shining.
And that’s becoming a problem.
I let out a breath and allow my shoulders to fall.
“Want me to tell Ford that I refuse to work on the Kelley case? If we both say we won’t, what can he do?”
I smile at the memory—and from the warmth rippling throughout my body, a product of Dahlia’s response.
Her reply came immediately.Fiercely. She unequivocally had my back.
It’s so fucking sexy.She’s so fucking sexy.
