Page 147 of Bossy Romance
“This isn’t funny.”
“Nova.”
“There’s only one of you, Adam. You can’t be everything to everybody.”
“Relax.”
“You first.”
I slide my hands over her shoulders. “It’s a hectic time. I admit that. But it won’t be hectic forever.”
“You’re going at a pace that will hurt you in the end.”
“I can handle it.”
“I know you can, but you’re still human. If you spin too many plates in the air at once, one of them has to go or they’ll all drop.” She slides my hands off her shoulders. Her eyes skitter away. “With everything going on with you and Rowan and Alexa, maybe… you and I should slow down.”
“Not a chance,” I growl.
She purses her lips, clearly displeased.
“If any of those spinning plates have to disappear, it’s not going to be you, Nova. Just being in the same room with you recharges my batteries. I need you. So letting you go is not an option. Don’t even ask me to.”
Her eyes lock on mine and it seems like she wants to argue.
I straighten my shoulders, ready to go.
If she wants to fight, let’s fight.
There’s a knock on the door.
Rochelle pokes her head in. “Miss Delaney, you have a call on line two.”
“Thanks, Rochelle.”
I back away when I hear Nova’s phone ringing. One of the things I’ve learned after working with her for seven years is that she likes to compartmentalize.
Work time is for work discussions and activities. Off-time is for everything else. She gets extremely uncomfortable when personal things slip into business hours.
Rather than push her further, I head for the door. “I’ll pick you up at six.”
“I have a meeting with the planning team at six,” she says brusquely.
“When will you be finished?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then I’ll wait for you until you are.”
“Adam.”
I turn and face her. “I’ll go over the files while I wait. It won’t be a waste.”
She pulls her lips in and nods.
* * *
My days are sobusy that they start to morph into one another. I wake up every morning feeling like I’m in a cosmic loop. It’s gotten so bad that I have to check the calendar just to find out what the date is.