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“How about I bring it to you?” Kevin suggested. “We can eat in your office and then you can get right back to what I’m sure are breathtakingly interesting emails.”
“Alright.” Jack chuckled. “I have a conference call that should wrap up by eleven thirty.”
“Be there at noon.”
“See you then. Bye, Kev.”
He messaged his assistant to let her know to expect Kevin and then got back to work. By the time he got the notification that Kevin was there, he had already forgotten about their call because he had been going nonstop from one issue to another. He really did need to take Gray’s advice and figure out how to distribute some of his duties to members of his team. Snow Storm had grown too large for Jack to continue wearing as many hats as he once had, especially if he wanted to have time for a personal life. Thinking about his personal life, made him think of Gray, which brought a smile to his face. For the first time in a long time, focusing on his personal life was exactly what Jack wanted to do.
“Lunch delivery.”
“Hi, Kev. Thanks for bringing him in, Anita.” Jack rose from his chair and walked around his desk. “We can eat at the table.” He pointed toward the seating area in his office.
“Do either of you need something to drink?” his assistant offered.
“I have water.” Jack picked up his water bottle. “Kev?”
“I got a tea when I picked up our food.” He held up a to-go cup.
“Message me if you need anything else.”
“Thanks, Anita.” She left his office and closed the door behind her.
“I’m trying to be healthy so I ordered us salads.” He set a bag on the table and pulled out containers. “Ceaser. One with chicken and one with salmon. Pick your poison.”
“I’m good with either,” Jack said with a laugh as he sat down.
“In that case, chicken for you.” Kevin set a container in front of Jack.
“Oh, and I got us Woodblock’s famous chorizo scotch eggs to share.” He took his seat. “Have you had them?”
Jack shook his head.
“You’ve been missing out. Trust me. Breaded bacon wrapped eggs.” He groaned. “They’re so amazing they’ll haunt your dreams and shrink your jeans.”
“What happened to you trying to eat healthy?”
Kevin leveled a withering glare at him. “I got us salads!”
“Okay. Okay.” Jack held his hands up. “Sorry.” He opened his takeout box and picked up the napkin-wrapped plasticware. “Why were you in Bellevue today?”
“I had a meeting with a prospective client. It went well. I think he’s going to sign with me.”
“That’s great. So work’s going well?”
“Uh huh. My clients are making money, which makes them happy and that means I’m happy.”
“Well done.”
“Thanks.” Kevin unfolded his napkin and set it on his lap. “Damn it. What did I get on me this time?” He looked down and brushed his hand across his legs. “I swear these pants pick up everything except men and money.” He shook his head. “Never mind. I’m too hungry to deal with this.”
They both started eating their salads, but Kevin clearly wasn’t there just for lunch because he kept glancing at Jack, his expression tense.
“Kev? Something you want to talk about?”
He sighed so theatrically that his entire body rolled with it. Kevin didn’t do anything in half measures. “Well, I don’twantto talk about it, but after this weekend’s chaotic brunch, I think wehaveto talk about it.” He paused, seemingly for dramatic effect. “What’s really going on with you and Gray?”
“We’re dating.” Something Kevin already knew.
