“The workshop. She said the two of you are filming a tech workshop?”
“Coders Plus has been asking me for a while.” He typed the answer to the last question from his client.
“And now you’re doing it with Emilia?Nico,” Misha admonished.
“Can you give me a second?” The Australian client needed an answer before trading opened on their stock market.
She stopped talking, and he heard her walk to a chair and sit down.
He typed while she inhaled a long-suffering breath.
“I’m almost done,” he said.
“I’m not complaining.”
He smiled grimly. “Of course, you’re not.”
She waited a few moments longer. “Take your time.”
“It’s work,” he said.
“I know.”
He added a quick disclaimer and an invitation to follow up with any questions, signed off and hit send.
Then he swiveled the chair to face his sister. “Did you come all the way over here to ask about Emilia?”
“I want to know what you have planned with her.”
He answered with a shrug. He honestly didn’t know what he had planned. He hadn’t expected to like her this much.
“Two dates is one thing,” Misha said.
“I know. But she was great in the workshop. And with her hacker cachet, students are going to sign up in droves.”
“And you were her knight in shining armor in the flood?”
“She called me.” Sure, she’d told him later that she tried a bunch of other people first. Still, she had reached out to him when she was in trouble. He liked that.
“And that’s not a warning sign?”
“That she thinks I’m a capable man?”
“That’s she’s falling for you.”
Nico digested Misha’s words.
Was Emilia falling for him? He was sure as heck falling for her. Which left him in a tricky position with hard choices to make.
“Your previous criminal record notwithstanding,” Misha said, “I know you’re a good guy. And I know you know the right thing to do in this situation.”
She was right. He did. He didn’t like it, but he did know what it was.
“I’m procrastinating,” he admitted.
She looked sympathetic as she nodded.
“I have to be ready for her to walk away.” He paused. “I’m not ready for that, at least not yet.”