Chapter 4

“It’s okay, Maury. It’s not like she can help it.” I leaned back in my chair. “Take the week off, look after your sister and the triplets and I’ll see you next week, all right? We’re busy, but it’s not so bad that I can’t handle it. I’ll just sleep less, is all. Par for the course, you know?” I smiled, hoping he’d smile, too. Sometimes he was just too serious for a guy his age. He needed to have more fun.

But Maury still looked concerned. “You sure, Tory? I can come in for an hour or two in the evenings—”

“Don’t worry about it. Just do what you have to. If I’m desperate, I’ll let you know.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “I’ll believe thatwhen I see it.”

“You saying I work too hard?” I challenged him.

“I’m saying that the dictionary has your name as the definition under workaholic. You need more in your life, Tory.” His steel-colored eyes said he’d like to bethe “more,” but I left that alone.