His lips were quirking when he said, “You know, you don’t have to get up, babe.”
I made it to him, got on my toes, put a hand to his abs and touched my lips to his before I replied, “Yeah, I do.”
He shook his head, lips still quirking, and he asked, “Got a sec?’
“Sure,” I answered.
He jerked his head to my desk as it hit me we hadn’t broken that in yet, and I made a mental note to schedule that for the near future.
I moved to sit in my chair. He moved close and leaned against my desk, arms crossed on his chest, chin dipped, eyes on me.
“Vito and I just had it out,” he declared.
Shit.
Ren kept going.
“It was ugly and I’m done. I resigned.”
Fuck!
Ren wasn’t done.
“I got shit to tie up and Marcus isn’t quite ready. Vito’s got a month of me around to make the transition. Then I figure you and me can spend a couple of weeks on a beach. That’ll give Marcus time so when we come back I can get down to that.”
Nice.
Me. Ren. And a couple of weeks on a beach.
One could not say I liked why he had time for a vacation. But I was not going to argue with it.
Therefore, I agreed, “Okay.”
“Can you arrange it so you’re not workin’ anything and you can get away?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” I answered.
“Good,” he muttered, but the look on his face said that nothing was good.
I reached out a hand and slid my finger down his thigh. “You okay?”
“Always had hope,” he told me.
People always did when shit was going down with families.
“He still has a month,” I reminded him.
Ren shook his head. “No. I’ve committed to Marcus. It’s done.”
I got out of my chair and got close. He uncrossed his arms and wound them around me, pulling me off my feet so I as leaning into him. I returned the favor and settled in, curling my arms around him.
“He’s stubborn. His loss,” I said gently.
“Still sucks.”
It totally did. Ren excommunicated by Vito and us not able to carpool.
Not that we rode to work together much.
But still.
I pressed closer and gave him a squeeze. “Well, the good news is, you’ll have another desk we can break in.”
His eyes warmed and he grinned at me.
I pressed even closer and whispered, “I’m sorry, baby.”
“Me too,” he whispered back on his own squeeze.
“How about we go out tonight? Maybe to Brother’s. Relive our first date with food this time. And, of course, sex on the stairs at home,” I suggested.
His eyes seriously warmed and he replied, “Works for me.”
I grinned. “Cool.”
He bent in and gave me a quick kiss before pulling away and saying, “Gotta get back.”
“Yeah. I gotta go grab some lunch and meet Matt. Since we’re in separate cars, I’ll meet you back at the house. Say five thirty?”
