“Got it.”
I turned to Rachel. “I need the best in the industry on standby. Seamstresses, pattern makers, everyone. Put it all in one organized folder. No delays.”
She was already typing. “On it.”
As I walked the space again, satisfaction settled into my bones.
Nina would love this, even if she would never ask for it.
She would rather struggle than accept help, even though she deserved everything. She was brilliant, stubborn, compassionate, and so painfully unaware of her own worth that it made my chest ache.
“Ro— sir,” Rachel corrected herself.
I chuckled. “You can call me whatever you want. Nina is just… territorial.”
“Possessive?” she offered.
“That too.”
She updated me on timelines, and when I finally left, my schedule was wide open, and my energy was dangerously high.
On my way to the gym, my phone exploded with messages from the guys. It had been a while since I’d seen my friends—entirely my fault—and we were definitely overdue for a hangout.
Me
Anybody free tonight?
Reyes
Flirting with me?
Me
Not today.
Reyes
You’re missing out, and yes, I’m free.
Xander
I’m available.
Reyes
Thought you’d be all under your women.
Xander
Jealous?
Reyes
A little
Suarez
I am under mine.
