When she had called to come over, I had mentioned Gage to her, without the details, and she’s been chomping at the bit ever since. “I promise to tell you everything,” I replied. “Well, not everything.”
Rowan laughed. “You’re not fooling anyone with that scarf, by the way,” she teased.
“Mystic?”
I whirled around at my name and that voice. “Gage?” My voice full of surprise. He’s been constantly calling me and texting me throughout the past two days, but he never said anything about being at CI today. Mr. Cavanaugh stood next to him, and I presumed they were either going to a meeting together or lunch. Or coming from. “What are you doing here?”
His blue gaze flicked towards Rowan before settling back on mine. “Lorcan and I had a morning meeting today to discuss some stuff.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets, like he was restraining himself from touching me. “What are you doing?”
“Oh, sorry,” I stammered. “Gage, this is my best friend, Rowan Lewis.” I turned to look at Rowan. “Rowan, this is my…uh, Gage.”Shit. What the hell was he? Was he my boyfriend?
I watched as Gage extended his hand. Rowan took it in hers as he said, “Gage Evans, Mystic’s boyfriend.” I could feel my face flush with that announcement. A part of me was thrilled, another part of me thought the term lukewarm for what we were to each other.
Rowan smiled. “I’d say it’s good to meet you, but that’s still to be determined, though, isn’t it?” she replied as she pulled her hand back.
Gage lifted a brow as Mr. Cavanaugh let out a poorly disguised laugh, which reminded me of my manners. “Oh, my apologies,” I jumped in. “Rowan, this is Mr. Cavanaugh, my boss.”
Mr. Cavanaugh went to shake Rowan’s hand, and no one could miss the appreciation in his eyes. However, anyone with a working set of eyes could hardly blame him. Rowan was a knockout. We were both the same height, but she rocked the whole siren look. Rowan was professional sexy, and she exuded the confidence of a brain surgeon. Rowan was smart and she knew it.
She was also the perfect blend of blonde hair and blue eyes. Rowan looked like the girl next door, and that’s why she was constantly being underestimated. She was the shark no one saw coming during her audits and she thrived on it.
“Call me Lorcan,” Mr. Cavanaugh allowed as he took her hand.
Rowan smirked as she shook his hand. “That all depends on what Mystic has to say about you, too” she replied, this time, causing Gage to let out a cough.
I looked over at Mr. Cavanaugh and the grin on his face was dangerous. “Really?”
Rowan let out a dramatic sigh. “Look, gentlemen, you may be the men in Mystic’s life, but you’re nothing to me if you’re not good to her. So, before I put in effort to consider either of you beyond Mystic’s boss and herboyfriend,I got to get the goods from my girl, here, first.”
“Row,” I hissed. No matter what, Mr. Cavanaugh was still my boss.
She shrugged a shoulder. “What? Am I lying?”
I reached for her elbow. “Okay. We’re heading to lunch now,” I announced. “I’ll…uh, see you guys later.”
Rowan laughed as Mr. Cavanaugh stopped me. “Mystic?”
“Yes, Sir?” Gage growled, but I ignored him.
“Just wanted to extend you the same courtesy,” he said. “Lorcan is fine.”
Not a chance.
“Mr. Cavanaugh, with all due respect, you are my boss.” That wasn’t true. “Correction. You are my boss’ boss’ boss. It would be unprofessional of me to call you by your first name.”
He cocked his head. “But you’re more than just an employee, now, aren’t you?”
I shook my head. “No. Actually, I’m not,” I corrected him. “Depending on how this thing with Gage and me pans out, we may never become friends, Mr. Cavanaugh. Like Rowan said, don’t want to put the cart before the horse, now, do we?” Mr. Cavanaugh smirked and shot Gage a look.
Gage let out a sigh. “Just start calling him Lorcan, Mystic,” he said. “The only way this thing is going to end is with my ring on your goddamn finger. So, just save everyone the fucking headache and give in gracefully.” He glanced over at Rowan. “You, too.” Rowan laughed as I shook my head.
“Look, we’re going to lunch, the rest of this…can wait,” I mumbled, not sure if I was pissed at his high-handed ways or turned on.
“It’s waited ten years,” Mr. Cavanaugh said. “What’s a few more hours?”
Gage turned on him. “For the love of God, can you just not?”
Rowan laughed again. “Oh, this is going to be fun,” she said gleefully.
