“Well…” I stumble. “Are you sure you’re ready for this meeting? Do you want to, I don’t know, put a shirt on?” His playful smirk lifts way too fast. “Nothing you haven’t seen before, Hart.” “Please stop talking.” “You were the one looking.” I straighten my spine. “Can we get to work now, friend?” That knowing smile grows. “Sure. Come on in, friend.”
