For the first time in his life, he resented having to do work. Because work meant time away from Vivvy, and what time he had left with her was very limited. He frowned. This whole thing was a mess. One more night, then say good-bye? That had seemed plausible just a few days ago, but now… What? He had no idea what this was or how they could somehow try to figure it out. So even the prospect of one last night with Vivvy, while filling him with all sorts of mental images, left him feeling… Confused. It wasn’t a feeling he enjoyed. Especially watching Vivvy walk up to Harrington in complete control, a complete professional. One cool fucking customer. Why couldn’t he compartmentalize like her? Because Harringtons didn’t have compartments. They wore every emotion on their sleeves. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Sighing, Nate followed Vivvy. Mom and Gramps wouldn’t be up at the office until afternoon, but Ryan and Dad should be there already.
