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“I don’t know if I’ll be participating,” I tell Henry, my heels clicking on the tiles.
Since the most pressing matters have been averted, I’ll try to shake Adam so I can work through lunch and then I’ll go home early to shower. I’m starting to feel grimy.
“But if you do,” Henry insists, “will you partner with me?”
My phone buzzes.
It’s the lawyer’s office.
“Yeah, sure,” I say flippantly. Henry’s a smart kid and I’m hoping to speak to him about continuing at Vision Tech in a permanent position. It won’t hurt to pay him some attention before then.
Adam’s eyes widen in horror.
I lift a finger before he can say whatever it is that’s bubbling on the tip of his tongue.
“Hey, Hall.” I move into my office.
Adam glares at me through the blinds and, for some reason, it makes me want to laugh.
Hall says something and I have to ask him to repeat it.
Enough staring at your boss.
I focus on Hall’s outline of our next steps, a lot more comfortable with the game plan now that we have the truth on our side. I’m grateful this matter cleared up without dragging on for too long. But that’s mostly due to Adam’s evidence backing all the bad guys into a corner.
I realize I’m smiling just thinking about Adam and quickly fix my face.
When I’m finished with Hall, I notice a text on my phone.
Adam: Mariana had to leave, so I’m going back home to check on Rowan. I’ll order lunch for you. Make sure you eat it!!
Adam: Also, Dejonae invited us to a barbecue tonight. I’m picking you up at five. No overworking today!!
I chuckle at his text.
Adam tells me I’m bossy, but the truth is thathe’sthe bossy one. And what’s with all the exclamation points?
Me: I’ve got a meeting at five. But I can try to end it by six.
Adam: Deal.
I set the phone away when it buzzes one more time.
Eagerly, I pick it up and check Adam’s latest message.
By the way, tell that kid to back off. If anyone’s partnering with you for that sports event, it’s going to be me.
CHAPTER8
THE UNEXPECTED OFFER
ADAM
I setmy phone down and motion Rowan into the lab. He gazes eagerly at the gadgets in various states of deconstruction.
The lab is huge, but it seems small because of all the clutter. There’s a burnt metal smell baked into the walls. A few years back, Nova forced me to install a vent.If you pass out from the fumes, I’m not attending your funeral.
Between the large cabinets overflowing with random parts of machinery and the long, cold metal tables, I’m pretty sure this lab looks more like a torture chamber than anything else.
