“Yes, please,” she said, holding her credit card to the screen. She looked at Virgil. “Thanks.”
“I’ll see you in two weeks,” he said.
“Sounds good.”
She signed her name on the tablet. With a smile and a wave, she left.
“Okay, now that Sarah’s gone, tell me the truth. Where did Homer go?”
“None of your business,” I said. “I’m not giving you more fodder to make fun of him.”
“Aw, you’re protective. I like that.”
My phone buzzed with a text from Savage, telling me he was on his way.
I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my face.
“Someone’s happy,” Virgil teased.
“I am happy,” I admitted.
“It’s because you get to spend your working hours with me, isn’t it?” Virgil asked.
“That’s part of it,” I said with a laugh.
“Just so you know, you can always come back to work after your maternity leave,” Virgil said. “I mean, you’ll always have a job with us if you want one.”
I blinked furiously. “Oh.”
“What’s wrong?” Virgil asked. “You look like you’re about to cry.”
“Iamabout to cry.”
Virgil reached for the tissue box next to the computer and shoved it at me.
I grabbed a few tissues and quickly blotted my eyes.
Roman and his client appeared from the back. “What did you do to her?” Roman demanded, glaring at his brother.
“Nothing,” Virgil defended.
“You didsomethingto her,” Roman’s customer added.
“Shut up, Milton,” Virgil snapped.
“He said something sweet,” I said. “And that made me cry.”
Roman raised his brows. “You were being sweet? I don’t buy it.”
“Maybe she has low blood sugar,” Milton said.
“Give her your gummy bears,” Roman stated.
“I already ate them,” I muttered, drying my eyes.
“This looks like a family matter. I better get out of here,” Milton said. “Later.”
When Milton was gone, Roman said to Virgil, “Okay, what did you say to her?”