Page 39 of Building Romance

Max: Good luck with your business endeavor today. Hope it goes well!

I smile and check the group chat.

Drew: If those judges don’t vote for you, I’m coming out there and kicking some asses.

Al: They’ll win. I know it.

Margie: Good luck from Cornelia and me!

Carly: Don’t kill your assistant and good luck!

I grin.

Roxy: Good luck from everyone at the bookstore and Gray. He’s in a sound studio all day.

Bray: The emergency room says good luck!

I giggle.

Troy: Jessa and I wanted to say good luck too!

Kasen: I know how to take down a studio production’s web access if you need me to.

Piper: Kasen! Don’t listen to him! Good luck!

I shake my head.

Hutch: (photo of flowers on the bench) Today’s flowers are for you!

God, I love my neighbors. A text comes in from my family chat.

Winston: Good luck!

Mom: You’ll do great!

Dad: Go get ’em, kiddo!

With a smile on my face, I walk into the hallway and glance toward Fletcher’s bedroom. The door is cracked open. I heard him come out earlier to grab breakfast from the tray of goodies that were brought to our suite.

I’m about to call out that I’m heading down to get set up for the day when suddenly movement draws my attention closer to the open door. And then…abs. Holy shit! So many abs. What the hell does this man do at the gym? He looks like the business version of Kasen. I mean, I’ve seen photos of him online, but in the flesh, he looks even better.

A memory pops into my brain as my jaw falls open.

“If the men in our building were Ken dolls, what would their Ken doll name be?” Drew asks as he sips his margarita while lounging on our sofa.

I laugh. “You are ridiculous. You know that?”

He rolls his eyes dramatically. “Play along. Don’t piss off the Queen.”

I laugh again and set my martini down on the side table next to my favorite reading chair. “OK. Well, Bray is obviously Doctor Ken. And Kasen is, of course, Soldier Ken,” I start.

“No way. Kasen is Spy Ken or like Undercover Ops Ken,” Drew declares and I snort with laughter.

“OK. Gray is Composer Ken,” I say and Drew nods.

“Oh, and with his body, Hutch is Viking Ken,” he states.

“But he’s not a Viking,” I protest, getting into this game more than I should.