Only One Touch (Only One #4) - Natasha Madison Page 0,15

what I was going for,” I say of the light pink tight pants that reach just to my ankles and a silk flowy long-sleeved leopard print top tucked in. My shoes match the color of my pants. “Anything for me?” I ask, and she hands me my mail.

I smile at her and pretend it doesn’t bother me that Nico hasn’t acknowledged the gift I sent him yesterday. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I wasn’t expecting radio silence. What do you want from him? I don’t know, maybe I thought Saturday meant something. I thought I felt something, but maybe it was all in my head.

“Good morning,” I tell everyone I see when I walk in. “Hey,” I say to Erika my assistant. “How are you?”

“Good,” she says, looking up at me and standing to follow me into my office. “I don’t want to say anything to jinx us,” she says, and I look at her when I get to my desk, “but nothing is happening.”

I put down my coffee and mail. “I don’t even know how to handle that.”

“I know, I came in this morning, and there were four emails. Four.”

“Is the server down?” I ask and then yell for Francis. He comes into my office, smirking at Erika. “How many emails did you have this morning?” I ask, and he looks at me confused. “Just answer the question.”

He puts his hands in his pockets and looks over at Erika, who just smiles. “I don’t know. Maybe ten.”

“I had four,” I say. “Do you think something is wrong with the server?”

“What time did you go home last night?” he asks, and I just look at him. “Just answer the question.”

“A little after seven,” I say.

“Well, it could be that you answered everything before you left. You don’t have to be busy all the time, Becca,” he says, and I gasp.

“Don’t jinx me. And to answer your question, yes, I have to be busy all the time. It’s how I function.” He shakes his head and walks out of my office.

“What do you need me to do?” Erika asks. “I can start on a list of things that we need to tackle next month and see if I can get it going now.”

“Yes.” I point at her, and she smiles and walks out of my office. I pull out my chair when my phone rings, and my eyes light up. I pick it up and see that it’s Nico. My heart speeds up just a bit, and the smile doesn’t leave my face. “Well, well, well.” I turn in my chair and lean back, looking outside. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this phone call?”

“Well,” he says, his voice coming out gruff. “For one, I’m calling to thank you for the care package.” When he laughs, I hear the rustling of sheets, and I wonder if he’s still in bed. I wonder if he’s dating anyone. Oh my God, he’s probably dating someone. I’m going over everything in my head, and I’m not liking any of it.

“Well, you are more than welcome,” I say, sitting up. My stomach flips and flops at the thought of him with someone else. “I figured the hat was going to a good home.”

“That fucking hat,” he says, laughing. “You were not joking.”

I grab my coffee, taking a sip. “I told you.”

“I would have called you yesterday, but something came up.” He sounds tired.

“Are you okay?” I ask, and I sit up even straighter. “Is everyone okay? What happened?”

“We had an injury,” he says, and my heart sinks. “None of your guys.”

“I mean, thank God but …” I shake my head. “How bad?”

“Bad enough I’m calling you for a favor.” His voice is soft. “Definitely not the reason I wanted to have to call you,” he says, and I wonder what he means by that, “but I need help.”

“I mean, I can try,” I say. “What did you have in mind?”

“I need a right-winger,” he says, and I look up at the ceiling.

“It’s November,” I say. “You know that teams are just starting to get into their groove in November.”

“There has to be someone somewhere who isn’t happy,” he says. “Don’t tell me you can’t do this.”

I laugh. “Are you trying to get me fired up?” I ask. It’s his turn to chuckle, and I can picture what color his eyes are now.

“I’ll do whatever it takes,” he says.

“I can reach out to a couple of my guys to see, and