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“I’m more Nantucket because of the clientele, but I’ve been over there.”
“My biggest piece is the Italian restaurant on the coast. A little place called LoBrocco’s. I did rehab on some old stained glass from a little church and expanded on it.”
“Wow.”
“I do a lot of historical stuff with glass, rehabs, and, of course, my own art.”
“And now you’re here?” Jack shook his head. “That’s a shame.” He lifted a brow. “Or maybe not.”
I laughed at him. Jack would flirt with a paper bag if it talked back to him. “Well, I better get back before Mr. Carson figures out I’m gone.”
“Look at all that work ethic. You both make me sick.”
I huffed out a laugh because he was expecting it. “See you later, Jack.”
I tore back the wrapper on the breakfast bar as I headed back to the main part of the office where my desk was. It tasted like peanut-flavored sawdust, but it was supposed to be chock full of protein to give me energy. I needed all I could get. When I came around the corner, Blake was waiting in front of my desk.
I blocked my mouth with the back of my hand and swallowed. “Can I help you?”
“Where have you been?” His dark brows snapped low over his eyes. They were even darker today. Shadows bruised under his eyes, and his scruff had gone to a light beard. He’d gone home at least.
And right now I wished he hadn’t.
The traditional gray suit was distracting enough. This?
No.
I didn’t have any reserves to handle the navy vest, tie, and pants that were created for his body. The lines were perfect, and his tanned skin glowed against the crisp white dress shirt. I swallowed and dropped my gaze.
“I asked you a question.”
I lifted my gaze to his again, focusing on his face and the beard. Not helping.
He pressed his palms to the shiny surface of my desk. “I need the reports for the Lewis account. I can’t figure out your system. If you would just foll
ow the same folders as I’ve already—”
“Mr. Carson, I have used your folders. Please look again.”
“Did you sync up to the network?”
I blinked. “Of course I did.”
I sat down at my terminal and flicked the system awake, typing in my password. And…no, I hadn’t synced them up. Dammit.
“I take that as a ‘no’.”
Evidently, I’d said that aloud. Great.
“I’m very sorry.” I stared at my keyboard. Stupid mistake. Normally, I had it set up to automatically do it for me, but we’d been working so fast that the files were overlapping. I unfroze the network and watched as the little clouds slowly loaded. “We were working faster than the network was updating, and the files were conflicting.” I held up my hand. “They’re there now.”
He was still looming over my desk. I forced myself to meet his gaze. It was direct and intense as always. I swallowed against the sawdust and saliva that had disappeared. I tapped at the half-empty wrapper. “I was getting a little punchy so I went to get a snack.”
“Make sure you take a lunch and recharge, Ms. Copeland. It’s going to be a late night.”
“Yes, sir.”
He straightened and tugged his vest down as he turned away. His back seemed even more broad today with the vest to follow the lines of his frame. And that ass?
