Page 130 of Sins of the Father

“She didn’t offer me a job. She was being nice.”

“No, she wasn’t.”

“You should call her,” I say.

Harper purses her lips and shakes her head. “I don’t want someone giving me a job because they want to do you guys a favor.”

“Who said that? I’ve never talked to Cindy about giving you a job,” Jamison says.

“I haven’t, either. You already love her and know what kind of person she is. I think you’ll have fun. Just call her. There’s nothing back in New York for you,” Quinn adds.

Thank you, dear sister.

Harper sighs.

Why is she resisting this?

Jamison takes out his phone, hits a button, and puts it to his ear.

“Who are you calling?” Harper asks.

“Hey, Cindy.”

“Jamie!” Harper reprimands.

He makes a face at her. “Are you still looking for an assistant?”

Harper puts her hands over her face.

I put my arm around her shoulders and tug her close to me. I whisper in her ear, “If you meet with her, I’ll reward you.”

She glares at me.

“What?” I innocently ask.

“Harper wants to stay in Chicago but thinks you were only offering to discuss the job because of us.”

“And it gets more embarrassing,” Harper mutters.

“Calm down. When you’re in my bed every night begging me, you’ll be happy,” I murmur.

She elbows me in the chest.

“Yes, we told her that. Can you meet this weekend?”

“Jamie,” Harper warns again.

He cockily grins at her. “Tomorrow is perfect.”

“Can you control your husband?” Harper asks Quinn.

Quinn stifles a laugh. “Sorry. You know how he is.”

“Thanks, Cindy. Tell V we said hi.” Jamison hangs up.

“You’re dead.”

“You’ll thank me when you and lover boy aren’t pining for each other across state lines.”

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