His eyes bounce back and forth between us. “Understood?”
“Yeah,” we say at the same time.
“Great. Dismissed.”
We walk out of his office and down the hallway in silence. Right before we split off into our team rooms, I stop and blow out a big breath. “You guys been to the club lately?”
Reese also stops, but he doesn’t look at me. “Not lately, although we are going this weekend with a guest.”
“A guest?”
“A very special guest.” He turns to meet my eye. “If she shows up.”
“No shit? Good on you.”
“Don’t come to the club this weekend.” Reese narrows his eyes. “Just in case.”
I chuckle. “Roger that.”
“What about you?”
Shrugging, I glance through the window at Case and Porter sitting at their desk with their feet kicked up. “I was hoping she’d come to us, but now, I don’t know.”
“She’s been radio silent?”
“Completely. She has restarted none of her online presence. No YouTube, Instagram, or TikTok… none of it.”
“Sounds like she’s working through some shit.”
“Maybe.”
“I didn’t spend any time with her, but she certainly struck me as a brat. Maybe she expects to be chased.”
It’s like lightning strikes. “That’s a good point.”
“Whatever you do, be careful.” Reese bumps me on the shoulder with his fist. “See you in two weeks.”
“Two weeks.”
I walk into the office and close the door behind me, filling Case and Porter in before presenting them with my idea of how we are going to claim our happily ever after.