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“I’ll win. Tell me what I need to do.”
“Check that tracker app on your phone.” He points at the phone that’s strapped to my bicep. “If it’s turned on, I’ll be sipping the best chardonnay money can buy tonight. If it’s turned off, you’ll get that bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich you want.”
“It’s a bet and I win,” I announce with a grin. “I deleted that fucking app two days ago.”
His gaze jumps over my shoulder again. “Check your phone, Jeremy.”
I tug open the strap on my arm and release my phone. “Unless you know something I don’t, there’s no way in hell you’re winning this bet.”
“Mr. Weston?”
I curse under my breath when I hear the voice behind me. It’s Blythe, my assistant.
“Oh, Mr. Jones.” She brushes past me to extend her hand to Rocco. “You’re looking…well.”
Rocco takes her hand in his. “It’s Blythe, right?”
She giggles at that even though she’s married and at least three decades older than him. “You remembered.”
“How could I forget you?” he asks with a straight face. He’s dropped by my office twice and both times Blythe practically tripped over her own feet rushing to get him a cup of coffee made exactly the way he likes.
“Tell me this is a coincidence, Blythe.” I look at her purple shorts and pink butterfly-patterned blouse. “Thank you for never wearing that to the office.”
She bats a hand over my shoulder. “You’ve been ignoring my calls, Jeremy.”
“It’s Saturday.” I skim my fingers over my phone’s screen. I know I’ll find that damn app back on my phone. Blythe and I have been doing a back-and-forth dance for the past month. She installs it on my phone to track where I am. I delete the app and change my phone’s password.
She guesses the new password and we start the cycle all over again.
“Shit,” I say under my breath when I spot the app. “When the hell did you have your hands on my phone during the past two days?”
She shrugs as she watches me delete it again. “Yesterday. You ran to the break room to get me a coffee.”
“He gets you coffee?” Rocco’s voice draws Blythe’s attention back to him.
I shoot him a look. “I was headed in that direction.”
“I appreciate it.” Blythe pats my cheek before she swipes her palm across the front of her blouse. “You’re a little sweaty.”
I cup my jaw. I want to get out of here and home to a cool shower. “Why did you chase me down today? The office is closed. You’re supposed to be enjoying your day off with Harve.”
“Harve is having a nap.” Brushing a strand of her gray hair behind her ear, she glances up at Rocco. “My hubby doesn’t have the same stamina as a young fellow like you.”
He leans in close to her. “When he wakes up tell him what a lucky man he is to have you.”
Her mouth lifts in a broad smile. “I’ll be sure to tell him you said that.”
“Blythe.” I snap my fingers. “Over here. Why the hell did you track me down?”
She nods her head. “Oh, right. I left an invitation on your desk yesterday. I know you opened it. You were supposed to RSVP by noon today.”
I look at my phone’s screen. It’s twelve-thirty. “You raced out here to ask if I’d be willing to have dinner with your best friend’s niece tomorrow night?”
“She’s perfect for you, Jeremy. “She takes a step back to look over my dark blue running shorts and matching T-shirt. “Clean yourself up and shave. She likes boys who are clean-shaven.”
Rocco chuckles.
I don’t glance in his direction. I keep my gaze squarely on my assistant. “Lindsay is a lovely woman, Blythe, but…”
