Page 86 of Lost Then Found
Boone squints at me. “What does?”
“All of this,” I say, waving a vague hand between us. “The ‘figuring shit out’ part. You’ll be okay too.”
Boone lets out a low chuckle. “Wow. That’s real inspiring. You ever think about a career in motivational speaking?”
“Oh, all the time,” I deadpan. “I’m thinking of starting with a TED Talk. ‘How to Manage Your Life by Mostly Winging It and Hoping for the Best.’”
Boone grins. “I’d watch that.”
I hold up my beer between us. “To co-parenting and figuring our shit out.”
He takes the bottle from me and holds it up in his own toast. “To Hudson not needing therapy in twenty years because of us.”
I snort, grabbing it to take a sip. “Too late for that.”
Boone laughs, and before I know what’s happening, he tugs me into his side again, his arm sliding around my waist.
And I let him.
Chapter 9
LARK
The door swings open with zero warning—because, of course, Miller doesn’t knock—and slams against the wall with a dramaticthunk.
“You need a bigger office, bitch,” she announces, stepping inside like she owns the place.
I barely glance up from my desk. “Nice to see you, too.”
Miller kicks the door shut behind her, shrugging out of her blazer like she’s been through battle. She’s all sharp lines and confidence, her dark hair styled neatly, falling right to her shoulders and a perfectly tailored pair of slacks hugging her legs. Her heels could probably kill a man, which, given her profession, feels like an advantage.
She eyes the lemon bars I set aside for her because I know they’re her favorite, then plucks one off the napkin and takes a bite, groaning dramatically. “Okay, fine. Maybe youdeservea bigger office.”
“Glad we’re negotiating.”
She flops into the chair across from me, crossing her legs. “So. How was dinner with Booney baby?”
I roll my eyes so hard my vision nearly blurs. “It was fine.”
Miller licks powdered sugar off her thumb, watching me like a hawk. “And?”
“And what?”
She arches a brow. “Did you two have a steamy, tear-filled reunion? Rip each other’s clothes off? At least a little over-the-shirt action? Come on, give me something.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
Miller shrugs, completely unfazed. “What? He’s your baby daddy.” She holds up a finger like she’s making a closing argument. “And, if I had to guess, still hopelessly in love with you.”
I let out a sharp laugh. “Yeah, okay.”
She waves me off, licking a stray crumb from her finger. “Denial looks good on you. Anyway, I’ve only got a half hour, so let’s cut the foreplay and get to it.”
I roll my eyes with a grin as she reaches into her bag and pulls out the manila folders I gave her a few days ago, dropping them onto my desk with a decisive thud.
Miller flips open the top folder, scanning the first page like she’s memorized it. “Alright. So I did some digging into these companies Tate claims he’s working with.”
I tilt my head. “Digging?”
