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My office door opens, and I see Nate approaching with a pastry in his hand.
“How was your weekend, bro?” he asks, setting the treat on my desk. “Banana muffins, from Sierra of course.”
I eye the muffin then my brother. “It was awesome. Just wish I hadn’t come back to all these emails.”
“Yeah, that’s the worst part of taking time off for sure.”
I pick up the treat and take a bite. “Thank you, this is good.”
“I’ll pass that along to Sierra.”
I swallow the bite and ask, “How’s she doing? Does she have morning sickness?”
He nods. “Yeah, but it’s all day. It’s weird though, she will get a wave of nausea, then just barf, rinse out her mouth, then go about her day. It happens a few times a day.”
I make a face. “That’s disgusting.”
“Tell me about it,” he says, his green eyes twinkling.
“I couldn’t deal with that,” I reply, picking up my coffee and taking a sip.
“You do it if you have to. When you love someone, you put up with the good and the bad. Better or worse, just like the marriage vows.”
I throw him a look and then glance at my computer screen when it chimes with yet another damn email.
“So, how was the conference?” he asks. “Was old man Milton there, being cranky and making demands? Interrupting the speakers?”
I chuckle. “No, the sanctimonious bastard retired. His son and daughter were there, though. I only met them on the elevator, but they seemed nice. Much nicer than their father.”
“That’s good. Hopefully he’ll relax that sphincter now that he’s retired.”
I chuckle. “He’ll probably be one of those who’ll drop dead a week after he retires.”
He laughs too. “Probably.”
“So how was it with Quinn being there? Did she learn a lot?” he asks.
I look at him with a piece of muffin paused at my lips. The look he’s giving doesn’t exactly scream curiosity. More like pompous or knowing. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
He grins. “No reason. Just asking.”
I sigh and decide to just rip off the Band-Aid. I reach over to my phone and hit the intercom button.
“Yes, Lincoln?” Trish answers.
“Is Roman here yet?” I ask.
“He’s walking in now,” she replies.
“Send him here in ASAP, please.”
“Right away, sir.”
I hit the button and a few seconds later, Roman walks in.
“What’s up, man? How was the conference?”
“Sit,” I order.
