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“No problems here. I think my staff loves the newness of it all.”

“That’s what we love to hear,” Garrett said.

“Is everything okay?” he asked Garrett, smirking. The man looked uncomfortable.

“If you’ve got a minute,” Garrett said.

“Always,” he said.

Garrett shut the door. “My wife wanted me to tell you she’s been under the weather. She was going to try to get Dillion’s information, but she isn’t as easy to stop in and see as she hoped.”

He smiled. “That’s fine,” he said. “It looks as if it pained you to pass that message on. You were pretty active in my sister’s setup. The same with Tori and Hyde’s.”

He hadn’t realized his new program director had been set up until Tori mentioned she was dating an engineer at Fierce who was Ryder Fierce’s best friend.

It was easy to see everything falling into place after that.

“My wife says she has this,” Garrett said. “I’ll get in trouble if I admit this, but she wasn’t expecting you to say yes. Then she worried Dillion might say no. When you both said yes, it should have been easy after that.”

Jax laughed. “She seemed surprised. But what seems easy isn’t always the case. I understand.”

“You’re being a good sport about it,” Garrett said. “How come? What am I missing? What did my wife not see? Are you dating Dillion already?” It was the narrowing of Garrett’s eyes with the mischief mixed in.

He and Dillion hadn’t talked about this or how they were going to handle it if it came up.

He was glad that they hadn’t waited for the Fierces’ next step. They’d had three dates already in the past week. Date number four was going to be on Saturday night.

Dillion’s mother was taking Gianna for the night.

That didn’t mean he was going to spend the night with Dillion, but it meant it would be more than an hour-long date with them rushing so she could get her daughter in bed.

His phone rang on his desk before he could answer that. “Could you excuse me for a minute?” He walked over to pick it up. “Sorry to bother you, Jax, but Zachary has been emailing you and said it’s an emergency. There is a crisis going on at one of the residential homes with a client.”

“Thanks, I’ll take it,” he said.

“You need to go,” Garrett said. “I understand. My wife will get Dillion’s number, but something is telling me you don’t need it. I’m going to keep that information to myself too. Let my wife sweat it some.”

Jax grinned. “Thanks.” When Garrett walked out, he picked the phone up to find out what was going on. “Hi, Zachary. What’s the crisis?”

“One of our clients is having a breakdown. He won’t take his meds, he shoved a staff member, and has locked himself in a supply closet.”

“You can unlock the closet,” he said. “Right?”

“We tried,” Zachary said, “But he slammed it shut again and one of the staff’s fingers got shut in it. They are on the way to urgent care. No one else wants to try. I called the police.”

Which was protocol. “Do you need me to come over or do you have it covered?”

There would be enough paperwork on this incident, between workers’ comp and the client’s situation they’d have to file with the state since they were government-funded.

“I think we’ve got it covered for now,” Zachary said. “I’ll update you once the police leave. Looks like they are pulling up now.”

By the time he got there, everything would be under control anyway. “Keep me posted,” he said. “And good job as always.”

He hung up after that, then picked up his cell phone to send Dillion a text and let her know the latest on the Fierce matchmaking scheme.

That’s what they were referring to it as.

When his phone rang, he looked down to see Dillion calling. She rarely did.

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