After a brief pause, she pasted on a smile. "Zane, I've been drowning in wedding preparations—no time for the office, and I'm desperately short-handed. That's why I needed Miss Wren to step in and assist..."
"And after the wedding?" Zane countered sharply. "Will she become our permanent shadow? Should we have her deliver your babies too?"
Quinn's smile froze. "Zane, that joke was completely out of line."
Joanne saw red—mentally cursing Zane for his reckless mouth. Not one bit funny. And practically guaranteed to provoke Quinn.
Right on cue, Quinn spun to face Joanne, eyes glinting. "Miss Wren, since your former boss insists, why don't you make your requests? Wouldn't want him thinking I'm exploiting you."
Joanne shook her head instantly. "The compensation at VentureOne is more than ge
