“Sleepover!” David shouted cheerily. Then he and Janae chanted, “Slum-ber party, slum-ber party.” David stood up and looked around. “We have all of this leftover champagne from Jean’s retirement. We could play charades, raid the downstairs cafeteria, roast marshmallows in the toaster . . .”

“Leave it to you, Davey, to turn lemons into lemonade.” Jennifer’s tone was annoyed, but her eyes were loving as she chided her brother. She then eyed Liza’s wet feet. “Dear god, did you walk here? In those?”

“I needed to come and get my sister,” Liza said defensively.

“Your sister is fine, fine, fine,” David sang.

Janae echoed, “Fine, fine, fine,” and laughed.

Liza fidgeted. How much champagne had her sister already drunk? Was she already too late to ward off Janae’s downward spiral? Her face must have shown her worry because she looked up to find Dorsey eyeing her with a raised eyebrow.

“We won’t starve,” Dorsey said.

Did he think she was worried about her next meal?

“You could come downstairs with me to grab some salads and wraps from the cafeteria,” he offered.

Like Liza needed proof that there was food? How destitute did he think she was, or did everyone seem dead broke to a billionaire?

Jennifer held her finger up like a church usher. “Oh, I have a much better lay of the land and know where the baskets are. I’ll come with you.” She smiled tightly and followed Dorsey toward the elevator.

Liza looked at the two of them departing, his broad shoulders and her slim, elegant frame. They would have made an excellent stock photo under a “wealthy couple” search. If they were dating, they didn’t exactly seem hot for each other. But Liza imagined it wasn’t in Dorsey’s nature to be hot for anything.

BAD WEREWOLF PORN

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

I would like a briefing of our protocol for our Philadelphia building in case of weather emergencies. Blankets, food storage, generator policy, and cots. Especially cots. I shudder to think about our employees being forced to huddle together with no provisions.

Today just got interesting, Dorsey thought as the elevator doors swiftly opened on the bottom floor.

“Can you believe she walked in this snow with those little flats on? Poor thing. By the look of them, they’ll be torn apart in a week. Cheap shoes can’t take a lot of wear and tear,” Jennifer said.

“I’m sure . . .” Dorsey said absently. He could see Jennifer gearing up to try again.

“David told me about the Netherfield conversation.” She laughed. “When she overheard you say something about her hair.”