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I shake my head. “She says it’s best if I take time to let everything sink in.” I shrug. “Or something along those lines. I know she means well, but for now, I need to stay active. Keep my mind from running wild, you know?”
“True. But if you fancy heading home after we meet with my media contact, just say the word.”
I glance up, smiling softly at him. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”
Throwing his arm over my shoulder, he tugs me in tight against his side as he chuckles. “I know. I’m positively angelic.”
He bats his eyelids exaggeratedly, making me laugh out loud.
“Now come on. Move your ass so we can get these eaten before he arrives.”
We duck down a side alley about half a block from the actual building and slide past Griffith at the hidden staff-only entrance. I reach into the deli bag in Vaughn’s hand, slipping out a turkey on rye sub with low-fat mayo.
Griffith smiles as I press the wrapped sandwich into his hands. “Someone’s got to watch that cholesterol, Griff.”
Vaughn turns slightly as we climb the stairs to his office. “As if he wasn’t already head over damn heels for you, then you go and feed him!”
I shrug with a grin. “I’m watching out for my friend. I’d do the same for you.”
He grimaces. “I’d rather pull every one of my leg hairs out with tweezers than eat that shit, sweetheart.”
Having reached his office, he opens the door, about to launch into detail about why turkey on rye is disgusting when he stops short.
“Alex!”
I stop behind Vaughn just as his mysterious media contact, Alex, turns to face us.
The first thing that pops into my mind is how he effortlessly exudes sheer charisma.
His suit is black and impeccably tailored to his tall, deceptively muscular frame. An immaculate white shirt is opened down to his collarbone, giving him a carefree look. His brown hair is styled back off of his tanned face, and striking amber eyes light up when he smiles at our arrival.
It’s got to be the most contagious smile I’ve ever seen because I’m powerless to stop an answering one from appearing on my own face.
“About damn time, V.”
Vaughn turns to usher me inside ahead of him, and his guest's face freezes when he sees me. “You didn’t say this mess was personal, Vaughn. YouknowI can’t be involved with any of Henry’s business.”
“This is nothing to do with your brother, Alex. Summer needs help making a story disappear—”
“A story involving Caden North, by chance?”
Vaughn glances at me before we round on the newcomer with questioning eyes.
“You’re Caden’s Summer. I’d recognise you in a heartbeat.”
“How did you—” I stop, changing my question when I realise he’s likely seen the portrait in Caden’s foyer. “How do you know Caden?”
Alex quirks a brow devilishly, allowing a small smile to tug at his lips. “I’m the middle DeMarco sibling. Henry’s my uptight older brother. If you’ve met him, I’m sure he made an impression. You’ll likely recall the massive stick he’s got lodged deep inside his ass.”
I can’t stop the snort that escapes me, even as Vaughn laughs aloud. “An accurate description, by all means.”
They chuckle together while Vaughn sets about plating up our sandwiches.
“Fancy some of mine? You look like you came straight from work.”
Vaughn moves to rip his meatball marinara sub in half, but Alex grimaces and raises a hand, stopping him.
“How can you put that shit in your body? Gross! I’ll grab a turkey on rye on my way home.”
