Page 46 of Things We Left Behind
“Deal. Now leave me alone.”
“One more question. Why are you such a dick to Sloane?”
“Go away.”
“And why is she a dick to you?” she asked, cocking her head.
“Goodbye, Lina.”
“If one of you doesn’t tell me, I’ll just have to start digging on my own.”
“And then I’ll rescind my offer and fire you.”
She rose and flashed me a grin. “I think it’s going to be fun working with you.”
“How’s Nash?” I asked as she headed for the door.
Lina turned, eyebrow arched. “Shouldn’t you be asking him that?”
“I’m asking you.”
Nash had gone through a dark period after being shot, one Lina helped pull him out of.
Her expression softened as it always did when she talked about her fiancé. I doubted she was aware of it and doubted more that she’d like attention drawn to that fact.
“He’s good. His shoulder is almost back to one hundred percent, and he hasn’t had a panic attack since the fall.”
“Good.”
“Speaking of Nash. I’m going to need to start my official full-time employment Tuesday. Because Monday is wedding dress shopping day.”
“If you’re looking for someone to ask you why you sound like wedding dress shopping is torture, you came to the wrong man.”
She scoffed. “I don’t sound like wedding dress shopping is torture.”
“I don’t care whether you do or you don’t.”
“I’m just not into the girly, fluffy bridal thing, and Naomi and Sloane took the day off to drive down here and watch me parade around like Bridal Barbie.”
Sloane.My heartbeat picked up.
Despite my best efforts, my brain cataloged each and every time the woman’s name came up in conversation.
Sloane would be inmycity.
“Bring them by the office,” I said.
Lina looked as if she thought I’d lost my mind. “Why?”
“They’re your friends. I’m sure they’d like to see where you officially work as of two minutes ago.”
She narrowed her eyes and brought a manicured finger to her jaw. “Hmm. It’s almost like you want me to bring Sloane into your inner sanctum.”
“You’re annoying me. Go home before I fire you.”
“Be nicer to her,” she ordered.
“Or else what?”
