Levi Rhodes stared at the computer screen, his mind far from feed. He couldn’t believe he’d answered an after-hours phone call from his accountant. Levi normally let those calls go to voicemail, and then he’d text back later.
He didn’t care how much interest his bank accounts had made in the last quarter, and he really needed Bryce to just email him the information—which he’d never look at. At least Heather Carver hadn’t heard anything too sensitive.
It had been a long week, and Levi raked his fingers over his jaw, feeling the stubborn facial hair there. Shaving was as much a bane to his existence as accountants.
He sighed, and pushed his worries about his pregnant nanny goat to the back of his mind. Genie had been acting strange for days, and Levi was worried about her. Since he’d swor
