"Oh," she said simply.
I smiled and stood up and kissed her. "Yeah. Oh."
"I should have asked you about it. I was . . . I didn't want to hear the truth. I was scared of it."
"Never be scared to hear the truth from me," I told her.
She nodded. "I'm sorry I didn't ask you about it."
"I'm sorry you thought we were talking about you."
She sat there and studied her hands a moment, then looked up at me. "I want to be on your board."
"Good. I can't do this without you."
She went back to eating and I had to force myself to eat, too, and not watch her. I just wanted to watch her do everything. Letting her out of my sight today was going to be hard.
I stepped off the elevator and Vince looked up to greet me. He started to speak and stopped. I watched him as he observed me.
"Miss Della is home, then," Vince said.
"Yes she is. How did you know?"
Vince let out a low laugh. "I'm old, Woods, not blind. It's all over your face, boy."
The grin that broke out across my face stayed while I went through my morning notes and made scheduled phone calls.
Right before lunch, Della stepped into my office with a sexy little smile on her face that was going to get her f**ked up against my desk if she wasn't careful.
"I missed you," she said.
"I missed you more. Come here," I told her, holding out my hand for her to come to me. She walked over to my side of the desk and I pulled her down to my lap. "Have you had a good morning?"
"Yes. Have you?"
"It could have been better," I replied, slipping my hand up her skirt. She wiggled in my lap and slapped my hand away.
"Stop that. We have work to talk about," she said playfully, and then tried to stand up. I held her to my lap.
"Go ahead and wiggle, baby. It feels real good."
"You are so bad," she said, stopping me from slipping my hand between her thighs.
"I'm playing catch-up. I have three weeks' worth," I told her.
"Mr. Kerrington, Mr. Rush Finlay is here to see you," Vince announced over the intercom.
"Damn, Rush. Forgot he was coming by."
Della jumped up out of my lap and straightened her skirt.
"Send him in," I said as I watched her fix herself. I was going to mess it up as soon as Rush brought me the info on Nate's trust fund that he'd set up for Dean.
Rush walked into the room with Nate in his arms and a baby bag over his shoulder. That was funny shit. Rush Finlay, badass rock star's son, had a baby bag and a baby in his arms.
"Oh, you brought Nate!" Della's excitement interested me.
I watched her walk over to Rush and take Nate from him. She walked over to the sofa with him, cooing and making him laugh.