“Come to my office,” I say, and she follows behind me. When we pass the kitchen, I take the box and handed it to her. “What’s this?” “Your favorite. Perfect timing too. You love to stress eat.” I say and she slaps me on my chest. “Hey, I do not stress eat!” she says, clearly offended. “I love you either way,” I say, kissing her nose, and she just smiles.
When we get to my home office, I switch on my laptop and pull up the program Falcon installed for me. I haven't needed to use it much. My enemies don’t exactly call me up to chat or threaten me. I am beginning to think that Gary is a complete i***t. Either that or he lets his emotions rule him. Why the hell would he call her?
I connected Trish’s phone to my laptop, and now we just have to wait for him to call back. She opens the box an
