Page 105 of Nothing to This

“Not even a little,” she said, curling her fingers around the back of his neck to try drawing him down.

Despite the moment of subdued surprise on his face, he didn’t fight her.Except they never got the chance to see where the moment might have gone because Greg and Jim walked in.

“Hello, Rylee!”Jim declared.

Letting go of JD, she backed up, hiding her smirk better than he hid his irritation.“Nice to see you, gents,” she said, going over to offer each a kiss on the cheek.“How was your trip?”

“Had its ups and downs,” Greg said, rocking back on his heels.“Boss got a little testy at times.”

“Would you gentlemen like to join us for dinner tonight?”she asked.“I still have an hour or two here, but I can rustle something up, if you want to come over—”

“No,” JD said, becoming the center of attention.“You’re uninvited.”

Talk about rude.Even the glare he wore was unnecessary.

“JD,” she said.“Wow, what happened to your manners?There’s plenty of space at our table and the kids like entertaining.”

“Daddy has plans for tonight,” JD said, taking her shoulders.

She drew her eyes to his.“You’re not getting laid, JD.”

Greg laughed and Jim sort of choked.

The man at her back just gave her shoulders a squeeze.“I have plans for my family tonight and you two are not a part of them.”

“I think Rylee just nixed your plans,” Greg said.

Leaving JD’s grasp, she opened the binder to sort through the papers as she passed the men to leave the conference room.

At the desk that used to be hers, a little brunette wearing big glasses bounced to her feet.“Can you copy these and send them?”she asked, handing off a couple of sheets to Mieux who nodded and righted her glasses while looking behind her.She glanced back to the trio coming toward them.“Oh, that’s Greg, JD, and Jim.They lurk and have the fancy job titles, so you know, we pretend like they’re in charge and important.”

Carrying on into the office, she zipped her binder and tossed it to the desk before bending over to pull off one heel and then the other.

“Got a round up for us?”Greg asked.

“I kept JD in the loop every day,” she said, sitting in the chair and logging into her laptop.“I tell you, I won’t be sorry to hand you back the reins, Overlord.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but you won’t be,” JD said, pushing aside something in her in-tray to look at what was beneath.His brows rose and he picked it up.“What’s this?”He leafed through it.“Apartment details?”

“It’s nothing,” she said, boosting up to take it from him.

He just smiled and slipped his hands in his pockets.“For me or you?”

“It’s something stupid, a misunderstanding,” she said, looking through the pictures in the document.“The apartment upstairs from us is on the market.I called because I wanted to be nosey, and you know, we don’t need eight bedrooms, but it wouldn’t be an insane idea to have more space.You need a proper office, and I don’t want the kids to have computers in their rooms, so a den might be a good idea, and…” When she peeked up at him, he was grinning.“What?”

He feigned confusion, like he was trying to figure something out.“That sounds… wait, does that sound like maybe I am going to get laid?”

Slapping down the schedule, she glared at him.“Not any time you’re wearing that smirk,” she said.“You don’t think we need more space?”

“Depends how many more kids we’re going to have.Wouldn’t a house make more sense?”

“Too far outside the city.If you’re going to be a father to my children, I want you to be a present one… and I like apartment living… and what did you mean about not taking back the reins?I want you to have the reins.”

“I have an architect coming tomorrow,” he said.“A friend in California inspired me.I was thinking, maybe glass bricks or something, we can split this office down the middle.There’s plenty of space in here.We cut a wedge behind the assistant’s desk and we can have two doors… though we’ll need one between the offices too, for sex in the afternoons.”

Folding her forearms on the desk, she leaned across them.“Going to schedule that, are you?”

Greg cleared his throat.“We’re just going to…”