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No, I hadn’t done that.
At least not to an ex.
Smirking at the memory, I wrote a note down to ask Ocean if she was even interested before I went to Edgar. No point in getting him excited if she didn’t want to do it.
My phone vibrated on my desk.
Holy shit, what time was it?
I listened for office sounds as I glanced at the clock. There was verylittle noise outside my door. I’d focused through everyone leaving. Not exactly unusual for me, but I needed a better system so I didn’t get as lost in the weeds. I couldn’t stay in the office past six every day.
There were some days that needed late nights, but we were a smooth, laid back operation. It was rare that any of us were busting our asses on last-minute deadlines. Or that mycolleaguesweren’t busting their asses. I was a different story. As always.
I grabbed the flash drive—there was no way my brain was going to leave it alone—and checked my phone on the way to my car.
Isolde
I’m heading out for dinner with the guys, but they’re on board with me stealing your phone afterward if you haven’t texted them?
I laughed.
Trinity
You’re relentless.
Isolde
You’ll thank me later.
Trinity
Completely slammed at work today. I’ll call Dad when I get home. Happy?
Isolde
I’ll be happy when I have proof.
Ocean
Seconded.
Also, twins. Going to dinner, but I have no plans later and I expect a full report.
Get it? Cause you’re a reporter?
Trinity
Ha. Ha. Ha. *sarcasm.*
Fine.
Ocean
Love you too
I tossed my phone onto the seat and drove.
The thing I hadn’t come up with was a way to ask Dad for their phone number without making it weird. Then again, it was going to be weird either way. Nerves jangled in my stomach. They hadn’t reachedout either. Was that because they were waiting on me? Or because they didn’t have my number?
