Page 122 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

I tucked my phone back into my pocket and pulled a chair up to the desk. The sound of the fan spinning above mingled with the ticking of the clock, creating a background noise that gave me a rhythm to work. I grabbed an empty plastic party bag and started stuffing treats inside. Once it was closed with a green tie, I went to the next back and filled that one up. I did this repeatedly until twenty-five favor bags sat piled in a box next to the desk.

I glanced out the window for a moment with a grin.

He'll be so happy when I ask, I thought giddily.And Laura is right. Moving should come before the babies. But I'm excited to ask about that, too. I want a family—and maybe his mind has changed about all that.

I turned back to the desk, noticing the piled decorations spilling over the side. I chuckled to myself as I fixed them. I turned around to look for my clipboard and spotted it on my main desk. I walked over and lifted it from my desk, studying the sheet on top.

“That one is done.”

I tore the sheet away and crumpled it up, tossing it in the trash bin next to the desk. The sheet beneath had the information I needed. I carried the clipboard over to the other desk and set it down on top of the pile of decorations.

I placed my hands on my hips and sighed.

“I wish the location would get back to me so I can go set this up.”

My phone chimed. I happily lifted it from my pocket and answered the call, immediately pressing it to my ear.

“You have good timing,” I told Levon. “I was about to start losing my mind.”

“Over what?”

“These Irish decorations.”

He laughed. “No luck o' the Irish for you, eh, darling?”

“I guess today is not that day!”

“Well, I hope it hasn't been too challenging.”

I smiled. “You know me: I like a good challenge.”

“That's my girl.”

“Oh, I like it when you call me that.”

“Yeah?”

I hummed and then giggled. “Yeah, it makes me feel good.”

“Is my girl feeling good today?”

“More than good. I'm working better than usual.”

He chuckled. “Well, I hope we can keep you feeling good tomorrow. I have some pretty excellent news to share with you.”

“So, tell me!”

“Not right now! I'd like to take you out to dinner tomorrow night and share it then.”

I pouted dramatically. “Oh, come on.”

“Are you pouting, Katie?”

I giggled. “Maybe a little bit.”

“I bet it's cute.”

“It's something.”

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