“It’s not weird,” Danny said, peeking his head back from the foyer. “Even babies know I’m full of awesomeness. I can’t help that.”
Beth chuckled, Will groaned, and Marc shook his head.
“Don’t hate on me if you want me to work my magic,” Danny warned as he walked back out of the room.
Taran shifted so suddenly that if Corey hadn’t been holding her, she might have fallen off his lap.
“Taran?” he asked, but she had her phone out and had pushed off Corey’s lap to stand.
“It’s my boss.” She licked her lips. “The only reason he’d call this late is because there’s a problem with Tillerson’s article. It’s supposed to go to print tonight. Shit.” Then her eyes shot up to Beth. “Shoot, sorry, shoot.”
He watched her swallow and glance around at everyone at the table. She didn’t appear to want to answer it with them around. Or maybe it was him. The article was about his teammate. The phone stopped vibrating.
“Just go out that door and call him back. The patio has privacy,” Corey said and took a pull off his beer.
If she had to redo Tillerson’s article, that meant tonight was a one-time thing.
Fuck.