Page 92 of Wright Together

I walked around the space like I was in a dream. It wasn’t the corner office that Whitt or Jordan had. In fact, it was an interior space. So, there wasn’t even a window. But there was a door and a desk, and all of it belonged to me.

Before I knew what I was doing, I was back up the stairs and striding, uninvited, into Whitt’s office. “Did you know?”

“Know what?” he asked with a smirk that said he damn well had.

“And you kept it from me!”

He laughed. “Did you accept the offer?”

“Of course I did! With an increase in the salary!”

“Congratulations!” He rose to his feet and swung me into his arms. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Did you do this?”

“No, you did. You earned it.”

“I can’t believe it,” I whispered. “Maybe I should have negotiated more.”

He just chuckled. “I’m sure Jordan was fair. He usually is in my estimation.”

“He was.”

I shook my head. Just this morning, I’d been hanging on by a thread, and now, I had a nearly six-figure salary in my future.

“We’ll have to celebrate at the silent auction on Friday,” Whitt said. “Let me get you a new pair of fancy shoes.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Who said I had to do anything?” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I want to.”

A knock on the door broke us apart, and Colton Wright strode inside with a coffee in hand.

“I went to Monomyth,” he said before glancing between us with a sly smile. “Did I interrupt?”

Whitt snatched the coffee out of his hand. “You did not. We were just discussing your dad’s silent auction on Friday. Are you going?”

“That’s for old people,” he said with complete seriousness.

Whitt and I exchanged a look.Youths.

“And anyway,” Colton said, taking a sip of his own coffee, “Dad’s flying me home on Sunday so I can start school on Monday. I’ll be out of here for good.” He added under his breath, “Thank fuck.”

“Well, the soccer team will miss you,” I told him.

He grinned. “Yeah, fair. You didn’t suck.”

“I guess I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“He’s fifteen and completely self-absorbed,” Whitt said, pushing Colton in the back of the head. “He doesn’t do compliments. Now, go and get to work.”

“Roger that, boss.”

“You’re going to miss him when he’s gone next week,” I observed.

“Yeah,” he said with a sigh. “Guess we’ll just have to go to New York and harass him.”

I laughed and kissed him again. “Sounds like a plan.”