“Umm…oh…thank you.” She buried her face in her cup of coffee. “I didn’t mean to throw the glass, but if it had hit you…”
“It’s all right, love. All is forgiven now. Where is he now?”
“Um…having a cold shower.”
Archer grinned again. This time it actually did reach his eyes. “Poor bastard.”
“Hey!” she protested, but she couldn’t help but grin as well. It was nice to feel attractive. To know that Issy was so affected by her that he had to cool himself down.
Yeah, it had been a while since she’d felt like that.
“Are you
missing a lot of work?” she asked worriedly, nodding at his phone. “You could use my laptop if you needed to.”
“You mean it’s not attached to you?” he teased. “I wouldn’t have to use a crowbar to pry it from your hands?”
She snorted. “Hell, I didn’t mean the one I’m using now. I’ve got about four. Or maybe five.”
His eyes widened. “What do you need with those many laptops?”
“Ahh, well, I have a problem with throwing them out. When I upgrade, I usually just store the old one. Some of them still work okay. I hate change, but I know I have to replace my laptops when they start acting up or running too slow. So I compromise and keep all the old ones.”
“Well, thank you for the kind offer, love. But I’m all right at the moment. I have been known to do Skype sessions; however I wouldn’t trust the internet not to cut out on me.”
She nodded. “Yeah. Reception isn’t always that reliable and especially in this sort of weather.”
“Hopefully, I’ll be headed back to Dallas soon. I’ve had Susan, my personal assistant, move all of my appointments until later in the week.”
A pang filled her at the thought of him leaving.
“Hey, you okay?” He reached out and tilted up her chin.
She gave him a small smile. “Yeah. Guess I’ll just miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too.”
She cleared her throat to disperse the pleasure those words brought.
“If you need me, I’m only a phone call away,” he told her. “No matter what you need to talk about. Dave. Your parents. How annoying Issy is being.”
She giggled at that.
“Any more of that coffee?” a deep voice asked from behind her.
She turned to find Doc standing there, staring down at them. He was wearing a new shirt and the same jeans. His feet were bare. She didn’t know how he stayed so warm when he hardly wore anything.
Not that she was complaining.
He folded his arms across his chest as Archer made him coffee. “A cushion?”
Oops.
“I got it for her,” Archer told him.
Doc raised an eyebrow. “Part of a punishment is having to sit on a hot, sore ass.”
“She apologized. And there was no harm done.”