Going to bed now.
Zeus
Think of me while you’re getting yourself off.
Yas
Who says I’m getting myself off tonight?
Zeus
Don’t lie to me, princess, or I’ll be even more not-nice to you on Friday
Yas
=P
Zeus
Call me if you need me.
Friday was the day the senator was visiting Naomi’s shelter, and it would be all-hands on deck for the Black Fox team, but they should be done there well before dinnertime. Dinner and an evening with Yas would be a nice end to the week.
And he definitely agreed with her about Wednesday. He was going to be too focused on Hope and everything going on with her to enjoy an evening with Yas. Even after the surgery was over. He wanted to be on deck in case Sarah needed help with anything, for either herself or for Hope, right after the surgery.
Yas
Good night, Z.
Zeus
Good night, princess.
All in all, a productive conversation.
And now, he had a date for Friday night.
Even if she didn’t know it was a date.
Yasmine
Going into the office without Hope felt odd. Even though the dog had only done so for a couple of days, it had been a really nice couple of days. She already missed having a companion at her side.
As she opened the door to the office, she saw Amara perched on the edge of Veronica’s desk. Slowly straightening from where she’d been leaning over Veronica, Amara brushed her long brown hair back from her shoulder. The bright red skirt and jacket she was wearing had been paired with a cream blouse with a sharply pointed collar. She smiled at Yasmine.
“Good morning.” Her gaze automatically went to Yasmine’s side, near her feet. “So, Hope is back with her owner?”
“She is and happy to be so. Though I’ll be out tomorrow afternoon to take her to surgery, don’t forget,” Yasmine said, glancing at Veronica, since that reminder was really for her. She frowned. “Veronica, are you okay? You’re looking a little flushed.”
“F-Fine. I’m fine. Um, maybe it is a little warm in here.” Veronica cleared her throat, her eyes a little wider than usual as she reached up to tug at the collar of her shirt. It was short-sleeved, so she shouldn’t be that warm. Maybe it was that time of the month or something. “I’ve got your afternoon blocked off on the calendar.”
“Thank you.” Yasmine’s phone buzzed, and she paused in her steps so she could dig around in her bag for it without tripping over herself.
“We’ll finish our conversation later, Veronica,” Amara said smoothly as she got to her feet and headed toward her office.
“Yes, ma’am.”
There it was. Yasmine pulled the vibrating phone out of her purse. Ah, shoot, it was Grace. Hopefully, nothing bad had happened. She had to admit, she did get a little kernel of worry at seeing Grace’s name on her phone screen. Amara closed her door, leaving Veronica and Yasmine alone in the front.
