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Jordyn’s smile faltered for the first time. “Only one is here, though.”

Right.

As for the other?

She just wanted to keep his memory alive. Not hide it. Or pretend like it hadn’t been once upon a time.

Was that too much to ask?

“Hmm, okay, did you get that last email?”

“I did,” Marcus replied to Cella, clicking to download the attachments so that he could preview a few of the sketches and blueprints she had drawn up for three of the rooms in his parents’ penthouse. “Give me a second to get it all up.”

“How big is your computer screen?”

“It’s a laptop.”

“Not big enough, then.”

Marcus barked out a laugh. “You don’t know that—it could be plenty big enough.”

“Not for the small details. They get lost on a screen less than twenty-two inches. I know, it’s why I make sure all my clients that demand to approve every single last detail know they’re going to miss notes and certain things if they don’t view it on an appropriately sized screen.”

“You take this too seriously, woman.”

He swore he could feel her smile through the phone when she replied, “Or you just don’t take it serious enough, hmm?”

“Well—”

“I mean, what would you say if I was like, Marcus, drop your Capos and replace them with whoever I demand because I said so, and I clearly think I know more about your business than you do. What, huh?”

Marcus sucked air through his teeth, still waiting for the preview of Cella’s attachments to come up on the email as he replied, “You know, not all my work revolves around the mafia, no?”

“Mmhmm, but I assume you’d be even less likely to accept someone else’s direction for that side of your business than you would the legal.”

“Wrong.”

His word came out in a murmur.

“Pardon?”

Marcus chuckled. “It wouldn’t matter what business it is, I would still tell someone to stay out of my work. So, before you get all proud and say I told you so, Marcus, I will just say this … later, when I am at home and have my larger computer screen, I will go over these emails again. Just to make sure I see all your little details for the rooms.”

She quieted for a moment.

He let her have it.

“Thank you. I appreciate that.”

Finally, the previews came up for the attachments. He was seriously regretting spending this working day in the office of one of his restaurants because the internet connection here was the shittiest he had ever seen, and there wasn’t one goddamn excuse for it.

Next thing on my list.

His ever-growing list.

It still hadn’t stopped.

“I am not such a prideful man that I can’t admit when I am wrong about something,” Marcus replied, moving his cursor over the screen to move it back and forth. Several pictures laid out ideas similar to what Cella had planned for two of the bedrooms in the penthouse, not to mention the main bathroom guests would be using. “And what do I do with the blueprint type stuff?”