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Cassie's eyes lit. "Yeah!"

Boston's cell phone rang just as they pulled through the drive-thru. Rolling his eyes when he saw that it was Cameron, he answered with, "No, I'm not coming in today. I told you, I'm spending the weekend with my daughter. And besides, it's Saturday. My day off."

"We have a problem," Cameron told him, his voice grave.

"A big one."

Boston closed his eyes. "What?"

"Just get over here."

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Boston sighed. "What about Cassie?"

"Bring her. She can keep Livy occupied while I explain."

Boston growled and cut the connection. He tossed the phone into the tray divider between the two seats, which made Cassie jump.

Next to him, his daughter sent him a face full of sad blue eyes. "You have to go to work?"

"No," he said immediately, then sighed and ran a harassed hand through his hair. "We're just going to stop in for a few minutes. Don't you want to see where I work?"

He wasn't expecting that to excite her, but Cassie's eyes lit, and she sat up straighter. "Yeah, okay."

So, Boston drove Cassie to EarthNet. Olivia greeted them at the door to his office and Boston threw a look past her to glare meaningfully at Cameron, who paced the floor.

"Livy just fired your secretary," Cameron blurted out, sending his wife an annoyed scowl.

"Oh, and you were going to keep her employed after that?"

Olivia demanded, glaring back.

"No," Cameron admitted, looking suddenly sheepish,

"but...well, hell, it feels better to blame you."

Boston pinched the bridge of his nose, not really wanting to know what this was about. Putting the questions off, he turned to Cassie and led her to the couch, where he helped her set up her breakfast on the coffee table. As she dug in, he finally turned back to the arguing married couple.

"Okay, what happened? And why was Crystal here on a Saturday, anyway?"

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"Oh, yeah, about that," Cameron said and laughed guiltily.

"Well...since you refused to come in, I asked her to, because, ah, well, because she's your secretary, right. She should know where you keep things. Anyway, she acted only too eager to work some overtime when I called her, so I had her come in.

"

Boston groaned, knowing exactly where this was going.

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