Page 141 of Twist of Fate
Her gaze drifts downward, a telltale sign that she isn’t being honest with herself. Or with me. I tilt her chin upward. “Perfectly good? Such enthusiasm.”
“It’s just that last night, I was in tears over losing this job, and today I’ve been offered a new one. Shouldn’t I be as ecstatic as Damien?”
“You’re not Damien. You have every right to feel how you feel.” I pause, allowing that to sink in. “What do you feel?”
“I feel like—and don’t take this the wrong way—if I work for O’Connell, I’ll always worry that everything I do here will always be tied to you. Because I’m the boss’s girlfriend?—”
“Or fiancée, wife. I feel like it’s fluid at the moment, but continue…”
She snorts out a laugh. “Now, who’s the presumptuous one?”
“Not presumptuous if it’s true.”
She bites her lip to conceal her grin and continues. “Anyway, as much as I enjoy working with my friends, I honestly believe Shea would be a better fit for Nora’s position.”
“I can see that. She’s a fine leader.”
“And after talking this morning, I really got excited about going back to school. Initially, it was just a way to stay—get my student visa and take a few classes while my citizenship application was cooking. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to go for it.”
“I think that’s a grand idea.”
“Yeah?”
“I thought so two and a half years ago, and it’s an even better idea now that you’re on the right continent.”
“Yes, well, now that we have all that sorted, shall we get all this sorted?” she asks, glancing around my office.
“No.” I start to slide my hand down her ass.
“No? But I brought all those boxes.” He fakes a pout.
“And we’ll get to them. Eventually.” I reach for my tie. Her eyes darken with anticipation of what I plan to do with it. “Now go lock the door. And try to be quiet this time.”
Epilogue
FINN
Damien
How’s it going, mate?
Shea
Did you try those breathing exercises I suggested?
Niall
Just write everything down first. It’ll be grand.
Finn
I’m really regretting giving you eejits my number.
Shea
Don’t listen to him, lads. That’ll just be the nerves talking.
Damien
