Page 44 of Bone Deep
“Just waiting for—”
There’s a knock on my door and it flies open again. Dita stands there, perfectly composed as always. “There’s someone here to see you.”
Before I can askwho, Jen turns toward the door and says casually, “Send him in.”
I blink. “What are you up to?” But Dita has already stepped aside. And the identity of the man who walks into my office clarifies absolutely nothing about this situation.
Chance Sullivan. Anthony’s stupidly hot boyfriend.
Tall. Thick, jet-black hair brushed back from a strikingly handsome face. Broad shoulders under a tight black tee that shows off his full sleeve tattoos.
I hung out with him, Anthony and Jen once since he got back into town—and into Anthony’s pants. It’s not hard to see why Anthony caved. Aside from his looks, Chance has the kind of effortless presence that fills a room the moment he walks into it. The question is: Why did he walk intothisroom?
“Chance!” Jen launches out of her chair and throws her arms around him.
He laughs warmly and hugs her back. “Hey, Jen.”
I stand, still trying to catch up with what exactly is going on here.
Chance nods at me with an easy smile. “Spence.”
“Hey Chance.” I step around my desk and shake his hand. “Good to see you.”
Behind him, Dita is still standing in the doorway, eyes wide. She mouthsWOWand bites her lip before quietly pulling the door closed.
Through the glass wall of my office, I see Parker—my perpetually lollipop-wielding intern—hovering beside Dita’s desk. Now both of them are staring through the glass like they’re watching wildlife in its natural habitat. I grumble under my breath, walk back around to my side of the desk and open the topdrawer, pulling out a small black remote. I make my way back to where Jen and Chance are standing and—
Click.
The automatic blinds begin sliding down over the glass walls. Outside, Dita and Parker both lean sideways, their heads tilting in sync with the closing blinds before their line of sight is blocked completely.
I huff a laugh because I can’t really blame them. When the blinds finish lowering, I look back at the two people standing in front of my desk. Jen is practically vibrating. Chance looks amused. And I have absolutely no idea what is happening.
“So,” I say slowly. My eyes bounce from Jen to Chance and back again. “Why do I get the feeling that I’m about to be dragged into something against my will?”
Jen beams. “Oh, you definitely are.”
“Clark…” I pinch the bridge of my nose.
She plants one hand on my desk. “Remember when I said we’re quitting our jobs?”
“Yes,” I say dryly. “That was only two minutes ago.”
She gestures dramatically at Chance. “Well,” she grins, “Anthony and Chance are starting an agency.”
I look to Chance and he nods affirmatively. “Okay,” I say carefully. “What does that have to do with me? Do you need representation?”
“No. Well, yes.” Jen waves her hand between us. “But we’re goingwiththem.”
I stare at her. “What? No. What are you—”
“Unclench, Spencer,” Jen snips, rolling her eyes. “Hear us out first.”
“Fine,” I grumble, leaning the back of my thighs against my desk and folding my arms. Then I check my watch, because in about fifteen minutes Ryan will almost certainly be barrelinginto this office looking for me. Which means whatever insane pitch Jen is about to make needs to happen fast.
“Alright,” I say, gaze shifting between them. “Take a seat. You have five minutes.” Chance settles into the chair across from my desk and Jen sits beside him looking entirely too pleased with herself.
Once I’m seated, Chance folds his hands loosely and says, “Thank you for meeting with me, Spence.”
