Page 22 of Only for the Season
“This is a good idea,” Flynn says.
I glance back and forth between them. “What idea? I didn’t hear an idea.”
“You can help Flynn with the decorations,” Parker declares.
“I need to finish my coding work.”
She lifts an eyebrow. “The same work you couldn’t concentrate on because you heard a few little thumps outside?”
“Yes.”
She shoves me toward Flynn. “Help him. It’ll clear your mind. And give you more energy than coffee.”
“Doing manual labor will give me energy?”
Her response? She waves as she returns to the bakery.
Flynn laughs beside me and I scowl at him. “I wasn’t laughing at you, but you have to admit Parker totally conned you.”
She didn’t con me. I let her con me. Because she’s right. I am having a hard time concentrating on my work. And I could use a break. How did she know? She notices entirely too much about me.
Chapter 8
“I should’ve brought rum instead of coffee.” ~ Parker
Parker
Ireach the entrance to town hall and swear under my breath. My hands are full since I’m carrying a tray of cookies and a tray of coffee.
“I need more hands,” I mutter as I try stacking the trays.
“I got it.” Jeremy opens the door for me while simultaneously rescuing the tray of coffee.
“Thank you.” The billionaire might annoy me, but I can be polite.
“You’re welcome.”
Okay. I’m calling it. It is totally unfair Jeremy is a billionaire who also has a sexy, deep voice to match his handsome face. He couldn’t be a troll I can ignore? Rude.
I wiggle my hand. “I can take the tray back now.”
“I’ll carry it.”
I purse my lips. “Don’t you have somewhere you need to be? Money to burn? Code to write? People to fire?”
He raises a brow. “Money to burn?”
I shrug. “While doing an evil laugh.”
He chuckles. “I guess I need to practice my evil laugh.” He clears his throat. “I’m meeting Eli.”
“Here? In city hall?”
“He told me to meet him at the meeting room in city hall.”
“Impossible.”
“Is there no meeting room?”
