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She cocks her brow, pinning me with a mom look that shuts me up. “It might be time you start looking for a new job. This whole scenario—the four of you working out of Jersey in that shithole—is absurd. Three attorneys sharing one paralegal? That kind of torture should be against the law.”
“A new job?” Pain blooms in my chest. Right in the center. It’s small, but it flares hot. Yes, I’ve considered it more than once since the reading of Terry’s will. But Brian was right from the start, I’d never leave the firm. Or him. Or Terry’s legacy. And now there’s a sinking feeling in my stomach at the idea of leaving Cal.
“Yeah, I can talk to Will. We can find you a place.”
“Not happening.” I shake my head. Even if I did need a new job, there’s no way I’d ever work for the enemy.
“But—”
“Not interested.” I squint at her. “However, I am interested in the details of your Friday night.” I shift the attention back where it should be. On her. “You spent the night at the guys’ place.”
She swallows audibly. “Uh?—”
The waitress appears, setting our drinks in front of us. “Here you go, one mimosa and one golden patron.”
I lean forward, not taking my eyes off my best friend. “Saved by the server.”
The young woman pulls a notepad from her apron. “Ready to order?”
“You should get the French toast, according to TikTok, it’s amazing.”
“It’s one of our specialties.” The server straightens, beaming.
Sloane nods. “Sold.”
“And for you.”
I order an omelet, ensuring the sides are gluten-free, and when she wanders away, I focus all my attention on Sloane.
“So you spent the night. Whereexactlydid you stay?” I press. “And before you answer, know I saw a video of you leaving Sully’s room at 4 a.m.”
Her blue eyes widen. “I…I mean nothing happened.”
“Sure.” I smirk. “And how was the nothing?”
With a roll of her eyes, she leans back against the booth. “About as good as yours, I imagine.”
I lift my glass. “To nothing.”
Laughing, she picks up her glass and taps it against mine. “To nothing.”
We leave it at that. Nothing. When in reality, we both know that mixing wine with the Murphy men never leads to nothing.
Chapter 27
Cal
“Good morning,” I singsong, carrying Lola’s favorite coffee and her breakfast into the office.
I’m not a complete arse, I’ve got an iced coffee for Amy and one for Brian too. Nothing for Sully, though. My brother would never drink his coffee iced. In his mind, Americans are uncivilized for destroying caffeine in such a way.
Then again, with the way he’s been humming and smiling since Friday night, maybe he’s come around.
“Morning, Boss.” Amy greets me with a bright smile. We had to move her into the conference room as well. It’s less than ideal since I’m eager for a few minutes alone with Lola. Though I suppose that isn’t in the cards anyway, since Lola is nowhere to be seen.
I set the tray on the table along with the bag. “The iced coffee is yours. Sugar and creamer are in the bag. I wasn’t sure how you took it.” I ease the second iced drink from the tray and step back. “I’m going to take this to Brian. If Lola comes back let her know her breakfast has arrived.”
“You are the best boss ever,” Amy coos.
