Chapter 22
“What?” Emma wondered if the parallel universe she sometimes felt at hand had somehow overlapped and swallowed her up. “I don’t own an office building in Canary Wharf. Don’t be silly.”
Rohan shrugged. “Whatever,” he replied. “But you’ve owned it for two years. I thought you might have noticed.”
“Is there anyone’s name you haven’t used?” Emma asked in disgust. She rolled her eyes and then halted, staring at the gold lettering on the office door. “Wait! You haven’t used Nicky’s name, have you?”
Rohan grinned. “Not yet.” He raised his hands in supplication, his eyes smiling. “And I won’t.”
“Yeah, but you used mine,” Emma grumbled. “Is that even legal?”
Rohan raised an eyebrow. “There are loop holes for most things.” He flicked on a desk lamp.
“I’ve seen no rent!” Emma exclai
