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I shook my head. That line of thought was as stupid as it was dangerous.
I gathered my laptop and went to join them in the outer office.
“That’s brilliant. Do you realize how much we can make on those crazy LA people? They’ll pay thousands of dollars to have their freaking cars detailed with a simple pinstripe. Do you have any idea what they’ll do for a one-of-a-kind window that lets them see out, and leaves the world dying to know what they’re doing?”
I hid a smile when Mr. Carson’s fingers fisted again. I decided silence was probably a better idea than an “I told you so.”
I tucked my laptop into the drawer and plugged it in. I was going to look for an outlet for the charger when I saw the little green light go on. My boss really was the most organized man ever.
Jack came around my desk and dragged me into a hug. He lifted me off the ground. “Genius.”
I squeaked and couldn’t help but laugh. “Put me down.”
“I’m a security guy. I would never have thought to make the stupid glass pretty.”
“Stupid glass?” Mr. Carson asked incredulously. “That stupid glass bought you a house in Hawaii and that asinine collection of old trucks that you love.”
“This is true.” Jack wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “But now I can buy more trucks because this is going to be money, buddy.”
Mr. Carson tipped his head back and seemed to be counting to ten. “Both of you get out of here. I need to crunch numbers.” He pointed at me. “You, I need here before seven tomorrow. It’s going to be a very long day.”
I nodded. A long day with him tomorrow? Yeah. I was absolutely losing my mind, but I nodded anyway. “Yes, Mr. Carson.”
He stalked to his office and started rolling back his sleeves. Before I could get a good look at the sepia-toned ink climbing his forearm, he was hidden behind his glass.
Dammit.
Nine
“Don’t mind him.”
I glanced up at Jack. “I sort of threw him under the bus with Mr. Lewis. I didn’t mean to, but there seemed to be a moment there where Donovan was going to either play it safe, or really get invested in the company.”
“You’ve got good instincts, Blondie.”
“Not you, too.”
“Vi started it. I can’t help it. Now it’s stuck in my head.”
“What if I change my hair color?” I asked.
“Don’t. You’ve got that perfect beachy gorgeousness mixed with class. It’s extremely appealing.”
My eyes widened.
“Don’t worry, I’m not hitting on you. It’s just an observation. I don’t pluck babes out of the work pool.”
“That’s probably more because you just called me ‘babe’.” I grabbed my small purse out of the drawer.
“Maybe.” He flashed a rakish—yes, in this instance, it actually fit—smile at me. “Probably not though.”
“Incorrigible.”
“Yeah, that’s a word Vi uses too.” Jack waggled his brows. “Ready to blow this joint?”
I nodded. “I’m dead on my feet.” Sleep had definitely not been my friend for weeks now, but I was going to have to figure out something, or I’d never keep up with Mr. Carson.
We rode the elevator down, and George and Violet were both at the desk when we got to the lobby.
