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The dress was sea blue too. Or hmm, was that more of a blue-green? I never did get why women had so many colors for things.
Look at my closet. I had black and navy suits. More navy than black because it was less severe for court. My tie collection was more colorful, but I certainly didn’t know the names for the damn shades. Who had time for all that nonsense?
Not me. I didn’t even have time to complete the work on my plate. I also didn’t have time to further engage in this conversation.
April was still blathering on about mud masks and self-care and did I realize how long it had been since she’d even slept in?
No, I could honestly say I didn’t.
“What exactly does that mean? I rise every day at precisely four.”
She stopped mid-tirade and stared. “You what—why?” She tapped a glossy pale nail against her mouth. “Actually, that’s better than I assumed. Rising means you sleep.”
“Not necessarily,” I said under my breath.
That certainly wasn’t the case this month. My father was on the verge of retirement, which meant we would be looking to hire a new partner soon, and my brother and I were overloaded with work. Well, I was overloaded. Dex was strictly a nine-to-fiver—sometimes a ten-to-twoer if the water looked good. In the winter, he was all about the slopes.
I wasn’t just talking about skiing. He made j
ust as good use of the lodge as he did the hills. The guy dated more women in a year than I had in my entire life.
I was too busy working. And that was when I’d had an assistant.
Dear God, how was I going to get through a week without April? She kept my life running smoothly. Or at least it was less bumpy than it could’ve been without her.
“You remind me to eat,” I said accusingly.
She frowned. “No, I don’t. You just saw me with a donut or a sandwich a few times.”
“Right, but seeing you with food reminds me I haven’t eaten.”
“Sir, your growling stomach should do that without my help.”
As if I paid attention to such physical cues.
I would soon find out exactly how good I’d had it before.
Before vacations.
Before retirements.
Before I’d succumbed to a life of no meals and no sleep.
I grunted. “This is not enough notice. How am I supposed to hire a temp in,” I consulted my Apple watch, “six days, eighteen hours and eleven minutes?”
“I know it’s short notice.”
“Short? Try miniscule.”
“But I have the perfect solution.”
My shoulders unknotted for the first time since she’d walked into my office. “You’ve decided to cancel?”
April scowled. Until today, I’d never seen anything but a serene, unruffled expression on my assistant’s face. That was one reason I appreciated her so much. She wasn’t prone to mood swings.
Mood swings were a good part of why I was single. My mother had enough of them to change the weather from across town.
I didn’t need any additional stress in my life. The calmer a woman was, the better. That went for men too, although that was a different dynamic because I didn’t get naked with them.
