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“Sexy floors?” Dash laughs. “You’ve been spending way too much time with Flynn.”
I grin. “You’re right about that. Although, the other day he went on for like a full half-hour about concrete treatments, I zoned right out. Still, I’m lucky he could make the time.”
“Hel-lo…” Seb perks up, looking past me. “And who isthat?”
I turn.
It’s Jenn, walking through the lobby doors with an armful of important-looking folders, her hair pinned up in a messy bun.
“Austin, hey, perfect,” she says, greeting me with a flustered smile. “Can you grab the ones on top? No, the blue ones. Perfect. I need your take on the web copy.”
Seb clears his throat loudly. “Ahem.”
“Right, sorry, I should introduce you guys,” I remember.
“Guys, this is my new marketing manager, Jenn Walker,” I say. “Jenn, meet Sebastian and Dash, my college roommates, business partners, et cetera.”
“Fellow Renegades?” she asks, lifting an eyebrow.
“At your service,” Dash says.
“Enchanté,” Seb says, taking her hand, and—yup, kissing it.
I scowl.Guy has to lay it on thick with every woman in town. “We won’t keep you,” I tell Jenn, before Seb can turn his flirt level up to ten. “I’m sure you have a ton to do.”
“Always,” she smiles. “Which reminds me…” She reaches into her tote and produces a ball cap with the Vital logo on it.
I blink. “How’d you do this so fast?”
Jenn gives a smirk. “Maybe I’m good at my job. Maybe I use cookies as bribery for expedited service requests. Who can say?”
Seb snatches the hat from me and settles it onto his head. “All right. What do we think?”
He gives his best model pose, clearly for Jenn’s benefit. She laughs happily, and I glare at my idiot friend.
“It’s Austin’s call,” Jenn says. “He was brainstorming merch, and I thought it’d be easier to consider with a visual.”
“This visual?” Seb strikes another pose, and now Dash is egging him on, humming a terrible falsetto of Madonna’sVogue.
“I’m truly sorry,” I tell Jenn with a sigh, “that someone let these clowns into your workplace.”
Seb turns the hat around so it’s backward. “We,sir, are your advisors.”
“Wait, is one of you the guy with the cookie truck?” she asks.
Dash slides his amused to look to me. “You took her to Sweet, Sweet Dough? Man, I love that team. Great project.”
“I had the Rocky Road S’mores for lunch,” Jenn admits. “Heaven. But I should get back to the grindstone. Nice to meet you both.”
“Thank you, Jenn,” I say. Then, gesturing to Seb, “And sorry he defiled your lovely hat.”
She laughs. “Keep it,” she tells Seb. “I think you pull it off.”
She heads upstairs, and yes, I notice the swing of her hips in those pants. I’m only human, after all.
“Well, that was quite the show.”
I turn back at the sound of Dash’s voice. “Seriously, man,” I agree, giving Seb a look. “Dial it down, won’t you?”
