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I nodded toward Elliot’s closed office door. “How’s he doing today?”
She stacked one hand on top of the other on her desk. “I haven’t noticed anything out of the ordinary. Mr. Levy is always busy.”
Tapping the edge of her desk, I grinned. “I get it. I’ve known him since college. The guy never changes.”
I was lucky to pin him down for lunch today. He didn’t normally stop for longer than it took him to consume enough sustenance to power him for the rest of the day, so going out anywhere was a stretch. But things had been off between us since I’d gotten married. Our gym meetups had been quieter—which was saying something since Elliot wasn’t exactly a fount of conversation.
Being at odds with Elliot didn’t work for me. It was time to end it and move on.
Catherine stood from her desk and turned to the side, giving me a view of her small bump.
“Hey, congratulations.”
She swiveled back to me, her brows popping. “Oh.” Her hand flew to her belly. “Thanks. I’m not used to people noticing yet. It only started happening this week.”
“I have a pregnant sister, so maybe I’m more attuned to it these days.”
Her smile was a little looser this time. “Well, congratulations on becoming an uncle. I’ll let Mr. Levy know you’re here.”
Lunch with Elliot meant takeout in his conference room. Weston joined us too. He was just as difficult to pin down as Elliot, though he actually had some flexibility.
I couldn’t say much about their schedules, though. My lunches the past few weeks had been spent at the Davenport if I found room in the day. Not meeting Saoirse today hadn’t been easy, especially knowing it would be another twenty-four hours until I let myself have her again.
But now wasn’t the time to think about that. I’d drive myself crazy with it later.
“How’s Elise?” I asked Weston.
“Excellent. I’ll be asking her to move in with me as soon as I’m certain she’ll say yes.”
I dipped my salmon roll in soy sauce. “Why wouldn’t she say yes?”
“It’s too soon.” He cocked his head, addressing Elliot. “Don’t you think?”
Elliot drummed his fingers on the table. “If you think you’re worthy of living with my sister, then ask her. She’ll tell you if it’s too soon.”
I laughed. “You didn’t think through what it would be like to have Elliot Levy as a brother-in-law, did you?”
Weston’s mouth twitched. “To be honest, I wasn’t thinking about Elliot at all when I went for Elise.”
“Maybe you should have,” Elliot gruffed.
“Then he would have missed out on living under the constant threat of you murdering him if he messes up. What fun would that be?” I popped an eel roll into my mouth. “By the way, Elliot, what are you going to do when Catherine goes on maternity leave? Is she already training her replacement?”
Judging by the size of her bump, she had months to go, but I wouldn’t have been surprised if Elliot already had her prepping someone else to work under his exacting demands.
Surprisingly, a deep crevice was carved between his brows. “What are you talking about? Catherine isn’t pregnant.”
“Uh…” Weston and I exchanged a look. Elliot wasn’t the most personable man, and I had a distinct feeling he didn’t get to know his employees, but I found it hard to believe he’d missed that detail about his own assistant. “She is. We had a conversation about it when I arrived.”
The crevice deepened. “She hasn’t discussed this with me.”
Weston chuffed. “I don’t think she’s required to discuss her pregnancy with you.”
I nodded. “Actually, I think there are laws that specifically say she’s not required to discuss it with you.”
“Wasn’t there a reason for this lunch besides mocking me?” Elliot tapped his chopsticks against the table, clearly done talking about his assistant. That was fine with me, though I looked forward to how thrown off balance he would be during her maternity leave.
“Yeah, that was.” I wiped my mouth with my napkin. “I need a PI referral.”
