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“The robotic hand started out as a Lego model.”
“Huh.” She put it down. “It’s so empty.” She leaned back on the wooden desk. “I think the ‘Jesus loves you’ poster would be perfect right there,” she said, pointing to the wall across from Seth’s office desk.
“Don’t even think about it.” He took out his phone when it buzzed with a text message from Ron. I’m already on my way. I’ll just check it out on my own.
She chuckled and sat on the wooden stool by the Legos desk. “Tony said you were heading out. Do you have to go? I can wait for Tony here on my own.”
“It can wait.” He pocketed his phone.
“How old is Tony anyway? He looks rather young.”
“Nineteen.”
Her eyes widened. “How long has he been working for you?”
“Over a year. He’s the best assistant I ever had. Hardworking. Quick-witted.”
“How did you meet him?”
“Security found him digging through our trash, worried it was an espionage situation.” Seth shook his head. “Tony was looking for food.”
“Huh.” Her lips curled. “So Seth to the rescue,” she sang her words.
His eyes narrowed as he sat on the stool for his drawing desk, putting him directly across the room from her, which felt way too far. “Why do I feel like you’re making fun of me?”
“I’m not. I’m actually really proud of myself.”
“Of yourself?”
“For having a good eye in choosing such a wonderful boyfriend.”
“You make it sound as if you bought me from the store.” Seth grabbed his stool and moved toward her. “Regardless, I’m assuming you’d be interested in getting a permanent consent instead of a temporary one. Any idea how we can achieve that?”
She shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle Grandma Moretti.”
“So …” He put his stool down next to her and sat. If she intended to come to his office more often, he should get a couch. “Are you moving back to the mansion?”
She shook her head. “I mean, Grandma Moretti didn’t say anything about it.” She pursed her lips. “But since she’s there, maybe I should.”
“You could send Andrea to keep her company.”
She shot Seth a glare. “Andrea’s my assistant—my work assistant.”
“Or Ron.”
“Any reason why I can’t go?”
“Because I want you to stay with me, and how are you going to make me a priority if you don’t stay with me and see what I need?” He cupped her face with his hand. “Does it hurt?”
She shook her head.
“Has this kind of thing happened before?”
She bit down on her lips.
“I won’t tell Grandma Moretti.”
“Yes. I used to carry bear spray around.” She chuckled. “Mr. E got it for me. It apparently works better than pepper spray.”
